The Christmas Abomination from Beyond the Back of the Stars
By Heather Shaw and Tim Pratt
“Mele Kalikimaka!” Uncle Ray shouted as Trish rushed down the steps from the little plane, sucking in great gasps of island air. The plane smelled like the trapped farts of three boys (maybe four; she wasn’t sure if the pilot had farted or not). The air here was humid and smelled of salt, which was better, but weird. Trish squinted around: palm trees, blue skies, the distant engulfing ocean. It was the opposite of a winter wonderland.
“That’s how you say ‘Merry Christmas’ in Hawaiian,” Ray added helpfully.