Much like the mainlanders here in Los Angeles, people from Hawaii celebrate the holidays in the same manner. There is a reverence for family and friends that becomes the focal point as the year winds down. And yes, there is also that sigh of regret for not keeping this feeling for loved ones going throughout the year.
In sunny, Southern California as in balmy Hawaii, the holidays lack the traditional snow season that has mid-westerners and northeasterners yearning for the gold coast of California. Still, without the snow and icy roads, the ties of ohana (family) still bind us warmly at this time.
Family, friends and relatives from the islands may even visit for the special holidays. Sure, it's not like driving from Kalihi to Kaneohe, but when good, familial company is involved, that's all that matters. Parents we haven't seen for a while, Uncles and Aunts we knew as we were growing up, even grandparents (tutus) if we're still blessed, all congregate at someone's home for traditional turkey, ham, stuffing and gravy that only Mom or Aunty could make just that way. And don't forget the rice, either.
The traditional aspect of the holidays that we all share besides the love and warmth is of course, the stories that we tell each other from memories kept. This is the "talk story" part of the holiday gatherings that is universal. We tell on each other. We tease one another in good spirit. The laughter, the ono (delicious) food, the family bonding, the keikis (children) running around all combine during this wonderful time of year. Don't forget the sound of guitars and ukuleles, either. Aunty will surely do the hula or two before long.
You see, it doesn't really matter if you're in Hawaii, or Los Angeles. It's the season of Aloha as well.
Mele Kalikimaka and Hauoli Makahiki Hou!