Phil

A Legion Xmas Story Chapter 1 - @stevo Chapter 2 - @DollarAndADream & @Molholt Chapter 3 - @sterling & @Phil Chapter 4 - @Victor Chapter 5 - Hotel Breakfast Chapter 6 - The Swap Chapter 7 - Lighter Spirits Chapter 8 - The Paradox Chapter 9 - Last Christmas Chapter 10 - The Second Dinner Chapter 11 There was no talking in the car, as the Hamilton’s drove in total silence towards their grandmother’s house. They had decided to just take the one car and abandon their Christmas plans. They would spend it in mourning with their relative. Jeff was thinking about the walks as a child he would take with his grandad. He remembered everything so distinctly – the smell of the dew on the trees and grass, the feel of the cool air on his neck, how he always tried to place his feet in stride with his grandad… everything. It just something the two of them did, almost every Saturday morning. Jeff stared out the window, not seeing anything. Phil was silent, trying not to be sad. He was failing, but periodically, a smile would creep across his face as he remembered some prank or other that his grandad would pull on him. One weekend visit, hi grandfather had snuck into his room at 8:00am and dumped a bucket of cold water on him as a wake-up call. Phil remembered being furious at the time but he saw the humour in it quickly. And so the silent car ride continued, everyone lost in their own memories of their now deceased family member. After another hour’s drive, their arrived in Yorkshire, at Craven Cottage, their grandparents house, to reunite with their grandmother. Each of the brothers hugged her tightly, and Mrs. Hamilton broke down into tears. The grandmother turned to her and wagging a finger saying: “Stop it, stop it. Come inside. Let me tell you a story.” Inside, they gathered in the den in front of the roaring fireplace. The grandmother sat in her favourite rocking chair, wrapped in her favourite blanket, holding an old black and white photo of her late husband. Rocking back and forth she started with: “Do not grieve what is not lost.”

A Legion Xmas Story Chapter 1 - @stevo Chapter 2 - @DollarAndADream & @Molholt Chapter 3 - @sterling & @Phil Chapter 4 - @Victor Chapter 5 - Hotel Breakfast Chapter 6 - The Swap Chapter 7 - Lighter Spirits Chapter 8 - The Paradox Chapter 9 - Last Christmas Chapter 10 Zach and Debbie were slightly apprehensive. Max had invited them out again tonight for drinks but he seemed oddly, and very un-Max-like, nervous about it. Zach pitched a rather ludicrous idea to Debbie that he was only nervous because of how they had ended things that last night. Zach and Samantha had kissed on the cheek, Max and Debbie had done the same, and then in a spur-of-the-moment, why-the-heck-not- kind of decision, Zach and Max, and Samantha and Debbie had done the same. It was just odd that Max was now acting all weird - but not in an embarrassed kind of way. At least if things started to get uncomfortable, they could use the excuse that The Toronto Legion Christmas Party was the next evening, so they didn’t want to stay out too late, given that last Christmas party ended at roughly 4am. So with their get-away excuse ready, they headed out to the Swan & Firkin Pub. Max and Samantha, on the other hand, were a little surer of things – some of the time. As they got ready, they discussed how they were going to make their moves. They’d sit opposite each other, Max on the same side as Zach, that way they could both “feel” out how the other responded to their advances. “But what if they definitely don’t want any of it?” Samantha asked. “I wouldn’t want to force them.” “I will bet they’ll need a good shove in the right direction, but they should warm up to the idea.” “But what if they don’t?” Max stopped for a second, as if that thought had never even occurred to him. Pausing and thinking of the possibility for a moment, he shrugged off the doubts and tried to assure Samantha to do the same. They soon afterwards headed out for dinner. When they arrived, Max and Debbie had already gotten a booth and beckoned them over. They both got up to greet them and exchanged rather awkward hugs and sat down in the same seating arrangement as previously discuss by Max and Sam. “Soooo,” Max drawled, cracking the ice. “What do you guys feel like drinking?” The atmosphere was so tense you could give it an hour-long massage and it would have done nothing.

im still struggling offensively.. but I've stepped it up defensively. This was a nice win lads

win win win!!

wow! an assist!

Not sure what this video means for us other than background noise so the neighbours wont hear our buns of steel touching

@Beketov im only 19 minutes into Arthur's Christmas and GranSanta is already one of the greatest character ever conceived of

Done and done Merry Xmas <3

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Attach dat Snatch to my hatch. Let's bump butts, is what I am saying.

Jeff Labatte!!!

Why does the sim taunt me so?

I SHOULD HAVE NEVER TOUCHED PUCK HANDLING!

I'll apply - I'm working Christmas Day in the morning so I will run a training session for my lads.

Always a fun read!

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YES! MY QUESTIONS FIRST! - DIE HARD! A MUPPEtS XMAS CAROL! ELF! Im also a sucker for Love Actually. I know, I know.. - Arthur Christmas? I've seen it on netflix, haven't watched it - I will now. Thanks mate!! - I love eggnog when it goes in my Sailor Jerry;s Rum - that was a pretty insane triple kill to end the game... wow lol - lol I really really want to see Arthur Christmas now. - yes. Die Hard is awesome. RIP Hans Gruber - lol shotgun trolled - k i gotta pause to go do christmas stuff (I swear it won;t be to watch Athur Xmas) - 16:15.

AWW YEAA @der meister !!!

Nice! Thanks!

mountain!

I think @der meister would challenge that statement.

A Legion Xmas Story Chapter 1 - @stevo Chapter 2 - @DollarAndADream & @Molholt Chapter 3 - @sterling & @Phil Chapter 4 - @Victor Chapter 5 - Hotel Breakfast Chapter 6 - The Swap Chapter 7 - Lighter Spirits Chapter 8 - The Paradox Chapter 9 My wife and I always used to drive up to cottage country to our cottage every Christmas eve,” World began, playing with the syrup on the side of his plate. “We’ve been doing it since before we were married. It’s where I asked her to marry me, it’s where our daughter was conceived, it’s where she spent her first Christmas and every one following it, up there, in Muskoka. We loved it up there. “We would always have the same rituals when we got there. We’d leave Christmas Eve in the morning and arrive in the afternoon. We’d unload the car, bring out all the Christmas decorations, and deck the halls, porch, and everywhere. We’d build a little miniature village on the coffee table and then I’d start the fire while my wife, Amanda, would make hot cocoa. We would sit on the couch, drinking our hot chocolate, watching the crackling fire with festive music in the background. Afterwards, I would go out and find a suitable fir tree to use as the Christmas tree while Amanda prepared supper. We’d have all the groceries with us. It was always easier to shop in Toronto before we left. When my daughter, Annabel, got a little older, she’d come find a tree with me. “I would come back with the tree, Amanda would have supper ready, we’d eat and then decorate the tree after clearing up. We’d have some mulled wine and cheese and crackers and then watch some of our favourite seasonal movies. We’d go to sleep around 1:00 and wake up for Christmas Day. Once we had Annabel, the day was all about spending it with her. She’d wake us up to ask us if we could go see whether Santa brought us anything and if he ate the goodies we left for him, we’d go out into town to the Church to attend a Morning Mass, look at the animals in the petting zoo... it was beautiful to always see Amanda and Annabel smiling so much and so widely. It was magical…” World stopped to clear a lump in his throat. He tried to speak but words seemed to fail him. He tried to covered it up by taking a mouthful of pancakes. Mary, sensing where this was headed, did not press him. She just let him play with his food for a bit, until he was ready to go on. “We did it every year; every single year. Until last Christmas.” World stopped abruptly and starting silently sobbing into his hands. Mary put and comforting warm arm over his shoulder rubbing his back. With each convulsion of his sobs Mary could feel the pain of World, the gut-wrenching, heart-breaking pain that was just minutes ago locked away inside him. After a few moments, World looked up at Mary with blood-shot, haunted eyes, hallowed and distant and said: “Last Christmas on the way up to our cottage, we got T-boned on the passenger side by a man who was texting and driving. He killed my wife on impact and our little girl bled out while we waited for the ambulance to arrive.” Tears rolled down Mary’s face and she gripped his arm for emotional support.