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Aloha! After a long trip home (13 hours), I am now in Hawaii, on the island of Oahu, in the city of Honolulu with the warm weather and cool trade winds. 77 degrees is perfect and Santa is wearing his aloha shirt and shorts. Yes, Santa actually makes it out here and no, we don't have any pagan gods for this holiday. Friends always envy my coming back to the islands for almost 3 weeks of sun and fun. As you fly towards Honolulu, you can see various islands from the plane's windows and it is strange feeling. After hours over water with nothing but blue and cotton clouds below, to see the bluish-gray mounds on the horizon puts one in disbelief almost--wow, land! Land! You kinda feel like Christopher Colombus or whoever was the lookout for land. I'm still recovering from the jetlag and have Christmas parties and errands. Everyone here is on low in comparison to everyone being on overload in New York. You get the sense that you're too fast here and you should go with the locals. It is a learned behavior that is easier to get into once you realize you're the dimwit walking like there are hot coals under your feet. So, it is time to chill out, watch the sun set, and be with good friends.