I was not deprived, I'm just Chinese

So, at the shocking age of 26, I have finally had my first stocking, traditional Christmas dinner, around the tree gift opening on Christmas morning, with first the Midnight Mass in 10 years.  No, my family did not turn white; Marc's family was just good enough to adopt me for the holidays.  Wow, so the storybook Christmases as seen through the frosted glass with the brillant lights.   Calgary, as usual is beautiful.  I really think I could live there happily. 

Boxing day shopping: oh, I spent too much!  New camera, suit, blouse, bikini, candle holders... Went outdoors skating yesterday; haven't done that in about, maybe at least 12 years as well.  This is the Alberta Legislature by night:

Sapphire and Faded Jeans

I have noticed that in relationships, I stop using the other person's name.  Is that weird? Or just a sense of familiarity?  Or, the sheer fear of saying the wrong name? 

It's so easy to slip into the pace and pattern of a relationship, 'cuz I've definitely been down this road before.  Everything is rosy and sweet, and his most neurotic traits seem adorable.  It seems like a totally skewed view of reality, like falling too fast straight through the clouds, and everything on the way down is blurry.  

But what a rush.  =) 

This Christmas

Do you know that WHAM song Last Christmas?  It's one of my favourites, though I first heard it covered by Savage Garden.  It's not directly applicable to my life right now, but I still remember how that sentiment resonants.  

I've got to admit, lots of Christmas carols make me cry.  Or at least feel deeply. I am talking mostly about the religious ones, but Frosty the Snowman too.  And Little Drummer Boy; but that hardly merits explanation given my thing for musicians.  

Anyway, this Christmas is looking very promising indeed, due almost entirely to a new man in my life.  It's a very easy time of the year to fall, and I'm not particularly keen on catching myself either. It's a situation in which two weeks ago, I'd be like, "I'm sure I've met this guy before, but who is he exactly?" to "I think I love him".  It's Christmas, right?  Let  a little hope flourish.  =)