You're a Mean One, Mr Grinch

The many mountains surrounding Banff all have names like Rundle Mountain, Tunnel Mountain, blah, blah, blah. I'm not into moutains, at all although I am looking forward to the skiing opportunities they'll afford this winter. However, I like the ocean. I feel it's way more impressive and scary. I probably won't see the Atlantic Ocean for quite a while which makes me very, very sad; however there is a point to this entry. The mountain I can see the clearest when I exit my building is this really crooked but pointy one. I don't know the name of it but looks like the one the Grinch lives in. Mount Crumpit. I know it's only September but with the snow this week and the fact that all the moutains are covered in snow and I now have to wear a winter coat, I can't help but start dreaming about Christmas. I haven't had a Canadian Christmas in two years. We have our own family traditions, cheese fondue on Christmas Eve, going to mass, opening one gift when we get home, and so on. I've only worked on Christmas once, in Japan, but I know I'll be working here this year. It's not that I'm really bothered about having to work on Christmas, it just doesn't seem fair that now that I'm back in Canada, I'm way out West and my parents are south of the 49th parrallel. Hopefully Santa will find me after all the moving around I've done this year.