my mom is drunk and all of a sudden she shouts from the living room floor, “this is my favorite part!” so i go in and she’s been watching the menu screen of the polar express for the past twenty minutes thinking it’s the movie and crying
”At one time, most of my friends could hear the bell. But as years passed, it fell silent for all of them.Even Sarah found, one Christmas, that she could no longer hear its sweet sound. Though I’ve grown old the bell still rings for me. As it does for all who truly believe.”
You had a lot of different chapstick flavors. From the classics to the holiday favorites (that often seemed absurd and extremely impractical), you had all of them. It wasn’t to make your lips super smooth for effortless lipstick appliance, nor was it to amaze your boyfriend with non-chapped lips. It was in fact for a game. It was for a game that you and Warren had started way back on a very memorable New Year’s Day, on the terms of a very happy accident.
You applied a thick coat of the cherry chapstick before you met Warren in the living room for a movie marathon. It was a New Year’s tradition for you two. As you sat down with the popcorn bowl in hand, he greeted you with a peck on the lips. He paused a moment, rubbing his lips together in deep thought.
“Cherry?” he wondered out loud. You couldn’t help but smile and laugh.
“Yep,” you had told him before bringing him into another cherry flavored kiss. Of course you both had enjoyed this little guessing game. It began to be a routine, and it went on year round.
“What’s today’s flavor?” Warren asked on Valentine’s Day. You smirked at him, patting the bed beside you.
“Come and see for yourself,” you said. Warren, already eager, pressed himself against you on the bed, his hands on either side of you head. He gave you a long kiss, then pulled away with a grin as he started to unbutton his dress shirt he had worn for your previous lunch date.
“Chocolate,” he muttered against your neck as you let out a hum of satisfaction. Warren had developed quite the talent for determining chapstick flavors, including the crazy ones, like banana split or birthday cake. You were looking forward to a day where you could see Warren guess incorrectly. You had hoped to stump him in March, with your Irish cream flavored chapstick, but he had gotten that one too, to your surprise. When July came around, it was almost nothing to guess the flavor for him.
You two were seated on top of your house, waiting for whatever fireworks would go off in the neighborhood. He had a protective arm around you, in fear that you would fall. He looked at you with sparkling eyes and a large cheeky grin. You couldn’t help but kissing him on the spot. Warren had erupted a deep throaty chuckle, then looked you in the eyes.
“Pink lemonade, very patriotic.” he winked, before the first firework of the night cascaded across the night sky. The same sky you found yourself looking up at on Halloween night with the clock nearing midnight. You two were laying on the roof, backs flush against the roughness of your house top. Warren was ironically enough dressed as an angel, and you a devil. It was only a matter of time before you were straddling his waist with your lips connected in a passionate kiss.
“Did I finally get you?” you asked, obviously hoping that you had stumped your boyfriend when he didn’t automatically guess the flavor on your lips. Warren bit his lip, then smiled with a shake of his head.
“Candy corn, you monster.” he mocked dramatically. You knew he hated candy corn, but that didn’t stop you from wearing it. You knew he would kiss you anyway.
On Thanksgiving, he had spent the day with your family, considering his own family problems. Your family had always accepted Warren, and they happily allowed him to join you for Thanksgiving dinner. He was seated at the table, looking at the turkey with desire. You walked beside him, placing another side dish in front of him, then kissing him on the cheek.
“A cheek kiss?” he pouted, resting his arm on the table. You rolled your eyes, but smiled anyway as you placed a gentle kiss to his lips. “Predictable,” he muttered as you started to walk away.
“What?” you turned back to him, confused.
“Pumpkin pie.” he raised his eyebrows, which caused you to very lovingly flip him off. It was these family bond celebrating holidays that you really loved to spend with Warren. Any couple could hang out and kiss and call it a connection, but you knew that you and Warren were different.
On Christmas, it was the same deal. You and Warren being together as an ‘item’ on Christmas day with your family. He fit in with everyone perfectly. After your annual gift exchange, and thanking everyone for such lovely presents, you and Warren had snuck off to your bedroom. You two were wearing the stereotypical festive elf/Santa hats, and were cuddled up in each others arms as you watched The Polar Express. It wasn’t even twenty minutes into the movie that you two shared a long kiss. Aside from the fact that it was Christmas, what made this flavor memorable was that it was Warren’s favorite. You two had many chapstick flavors, new ones almost every day, but it was the special moments that made your chapstick game fun.
“Ginger bread cookie.” Warren smiled, finally, resting his forehead against yours. “My favorite.” It was a beautiful picture perfect moment to end the year, and both of you knew it. You two looked forward to new opportunities for each of you, each other’s company and support, and many more chapstick flavors to guess.
I just watched that movie this morning, and it’s like the 178563th time I watch it, and I still love it. The animation, the story, the soundtrack.. I love everything in it. Truly the best Christmas movie ever. My favorite.
This is Jamie Randolph Benn aka Chubbs. He is a 6’ 2” 27-year-old Canadian forward for the Dallas Stars who wears #14 and who is the current captain. Jamie was drafted 129th overall to the Stars in 2007 and finally made the roster for the 2010-’11 season and spent the seasons in between that playing for WHL team, Kelowna Rockets.
Since being drafted, Jamie has played for the Kelowna Rockets, Dallas Stars, Texas Stars (Dallas’s AHL affiliate), Hamburg Freezers (of the German Ice Hockey League - DEL, Deutsche Eishockey Liga) during the 2012-13 lockout, and then back to the Dallas Stars - in that order. On September 19, 2013, Jamie was named the 6th captain in franchise history. In the 2014-’15 season, Jamie led the league in scoring which earned him the Art Ross Trophy. Just this summer, he signed a contract extension with the Stars that is for 8 years and worth $76 million which is about $9.5 million a year.
Jamie has played for Team Canada in some international competitions. These would be IIHF World Junior Championships in 2009 (gold), IIHF World Championships in 2012 (5th), 2014 Sochi Winter Olympics (gold), and was selected for the 2016 World Cup of Hockey where Canada won gold, but he didn’t get to go to because of injury. Jamie initially wasn’t even part of the 2014 Olympic roster because he wasn’t invited to the Canadian team selection camp, but he really pushed himself and eventually made Team Canada after a stellar season leading up to the Olympics. He scored the game winning goal against Norway in their first game and their only goal against the United States to win 1-0 and to advance to the gold medal game. He has been voted to the NHL All-Star Game twice - in 2012 and in 2016.
Jamie is awkward and shy but also a force of nature. On the ice he has a presence and he’s a pretty big guy who is good at scoring goals and good at fighting. His best friends on the team are Tyler Seguin and his brother, Jordie (and probably in that order, too, if we’re being honest). He and Jordie have matching tattoos that say “brother” and full sleeve tattoos on opposite arms. Jamie and Seguin have an incredible bromance and their name is even Bennguin. It’s disgustingly cute. They always interview together (like on Step Brothers) and one time when Segs was injured and Jam was being interviewed the guy said, “Batman, where’s your Robin?” One time when Tyler was interviewing him he asked if Jamie could take any two people out to eat who would it be, and Jamie responded with “Derek Jeter and the Stars PR guy.” Goodbye. RIP me. And you know how Segs really loves J-Biebs? Well Jamie really loves Shania Twain and plays her all the time in the locker room.
Jamie’s got a very soft voice and people joke that he still hasn’t gone through puberty yet which is also furthered by the fact that he’s kind of awkward like a 10th grade boy who just learned how to talk to girls. Much like Tyler, Jamie is a tattooed softie. He is also a very good leader who is pretty good at getting people to chill tf out (see: Seguin). Jam really cares about his team and he wants them to do well. Every win he attributes to his team and his goalies, but every loss Jamie takes personally - especially last season when they were projected to be in the Cup Finals but got eliminated second round. Honestly, Jamie Benn deserves the Cup so much and I want him to win it soon. He tries very hard and he loves his team and friends and city and he wants to bring victory to Dallas.
Jamie has large doe eyes and occasionally in interviews he looks kind of like a deer in the headlights. There’s a compilation video of him either saying “um” or trying to think of an answer to a question with elevator music in the background and he keeps answers simple but effective and not fluffed out. Some tags I’ve seen for him: #as simple as he is beautiful, #eyes of a cow body of a refrigerator, and #elevator music. He owns a cat who may or may not be diabetic - I can’t remember if he confirmed it but his girlfriend named Katie (who is literally magical and wonderful and I want to be bffs with) liked a tweet about his diabetic cat. The only problematic thing this man has done that people can think of is one time he tweeted that he didn’t “bunch mox” aka go down on girls. But that doesn’t matter to me because I’m legit not trying to get with him/don’t even have a chance so I don’t care. Plus Katie seems pretty happy so it can’t be that bad, amirite?
Anywhom, Jamie also could have gone into baseball. It wasn’t until he realized that hockey could be a legitimate career that he started to solely focus on hockey. He didn’t even do actual hockey workouts until hockey was the only thing he was doing. He’s a big fan of Canada and Texas sports - like the Toronto Blue Jays, Texas Rangers, Dallas Cowboys, and UT Longhorns. He’s very supportive of the Dallas community, and his charity of choice is the National Multiple Sclerosis Society. He’s also really good with kids because he basically is one too. He also REALLY loves Christmas. One of his ex-teammates (Jason Demers - now with the Florida Panthers) said that on the plane around Christmas time Jamie plays Christmas music, he one time spent a stupid amount of money for a Christmas tree, and he even has a train set that goes around his tree. He even proclaimed it as his favorite holiday and said his favorite Christmas movies are Elf, Polar Express, and How the Grinch Stole Christmas. Now I dare you not to imagine Jamie in awfully tacky Christmas pajamas singing the hot chocolate song.
You sit in the blacked out Range Rover, awaiting your fiancé to finish his last interview before Christmas, wishing you could have stayed home drinking hot chocolate while the snow delicately falls. “It isn’t every day I get to drive a fiancé that’s so quiet and nice.” The driver comments as he takes a look in the rear view mirror, “uhm thank you.” You calmly stifle a laugh,
“Usually they’re bossy and rather rude.” He enlightens you just as the door opens and Harry slides in, closing the door behind him. “Hey.” He wears a smile, kissing your cheek,
“The restaurant please.” Harry instructs the driver— something he’s probably already briefed the driver on previously. You heave a sigh, “Harry, you said this was the last stop.” You remind him of the words spoken two hours ago when you desperately tried to persuade him to drop you off at the house before attending the interview. “It’s dinner.” He half smiles, his hand pressing to your leg and squeezing it lightly,
“I’m tired, Harry.”
“C'mon, with the Christmas rush we haven’t spent time together, a nice dinner would be lovely.” He promotes, beginning to persuade you into agreeing to dinner. You give in, giving him a nod,
“Excuse me, Harry?” The driver interrupts and Harry’s attention goes to the driver, “we are being followed, we are five minutes from the restaurant, what do you want to do?” He questions, causing you to roll your eyes. There goes that pleasurable dinner without interruptions and inconveniences.
“It’ll be fine, just park.” Harry instructs,
“Maybe we should just go home?” You insinuate, much preferring to be in the comfort of your own home, blankets wrapped around you as you watch a Christmas movie and fall asleep half way through. Harry sighs looking over at you, “let me take you out for dinner, please?” His eyes soften, his voice low as he awaits your answer. You nod, giving into his battering eyes and sweet charm, after all, you two haven’t spent much time together between him jetting off all over and you doing last minute work before Christmas. You look out the window and watch the passing streets, taking note of the houses with charming, twinkling lights hanging from the roofs, cute figurines glowing in the yards, and a few trees with lights strung around them. It’s always lovely and festive to see houses perfectly decorated with lights, it’s like being a child again, so satisfying. The car comes to a halt and the driver announces your arrival.
You step out of the car, breathing in the cold air as it whistles around you, you pull at your coat, awaiting for Harry to also step out. He adjusts his jacket and gives you a smile. “Just a little walk love,” he encourages, taking your hand, gently guiding you along the footpath, your heels sounding against the pavement. “Harry.” You breathe, taking in a deep breath as your head feels as though it’s getting heavy, “can we just go?” You softly ask, stopping in your tracks, the feeling of warmth radiating your body—too much warmth. “Yeah, okay.” He nods, taking note of your voice and saddened expression. “Are you okay?” Concern written all over his face as he gazes down at you. You nod, beginning to slide the coat down your arms, your body feeling as though you’ve spent the past thirty minutes sitting in a sauna. Harry takes your coat from your shaky hands, your eyes feeling droopy as your head continues to feel heavy. The surrounding buildings feel as if they’re moving, everything becoming a heavy swirl around you; focusing on your feet as they step in front of each other becomes unbearable. With a heavy breath you inhale the cold air, your eyes focusing on the car further ahead as your shaky legs continue to walk. Within an instant everything’s inevitable; the world becomes black and you’re lot in a dream state.
Your eyes leisurely open, the hot flush you experienced earlier seems to have vanished and you have no recollection of what just happened. You blink at Harry as you notice your in the car, your legs hanging out the door as he’s squatting in front of you. “You know, if you didn’t want dinner that badly, you could have said so.” He affably smiles, brightening the situation.
“What— what happened?” You question, unsure of why you don’t remember sitting in the car. You go to move but harry stops you, “no, don’t move.” You listen to him, your body feeling weak, your vision still dimly fuzzy. “How do you feel?” He queries, leaning his arm in and gently pushing a few strands of hair behind your ear.
“Well, I don’t feel as hot.” You sigh, feeling the cold air hitting your body, somewhat relaxing you as you take heavy breathes. “I feel a bit nauseous. I don’t remember sitting here, Harry.” You murmur, still a little confused with the series of events.
“You decided to pass out, I put you in here.” He explains.
“I’m sorry,” you softly respond, watching as he shakes his head,
“Don’t be sorry.” He insists.
“Here’s a drink.” The driver hands Harry a drink before he hands it to you, you shake your head not wanting it.
“This isn’t up for debate, drink. You need the sugar.” He insists, for the first time tonight being firm with you. Your shaky hand takes the drink and you bring it to your lips, forcing yourself to drink it to bring up your sugar levels. “There we go. Feel better?” Harry questions, probably concerned but trying to hide it as he gazes at you. You give him a nod, a small smiling forming on your lips. “How about we go home, ‘ey?” He offers, earning yet another nod from you. You slide over and he gets in the car, the driver getting in as well.
The driver pulls out into the traffic. “You know, next time just say you don’t wanna go to dinner, passing out is no way to get your point across.” Harry gently nudges you, causing you to chuckle,
“It was intended, trust me.”
“I don’t know, you have a problem with saying no to people.”
“That’s true, but if it’s any correlation I don’t want to ever feel that way again.” You sigh, remembering how it felt before passing out.
“Yes, it’s not fun.”
“You handled it well.”
“Somewhat.” He nods,
“Let’s just say for a minute I mentally panicked.” He murmurs, “anyway, we are going home now. Is there anything you’d like?” He questions in a caring way, “fruit, nuts, sweets, tea, anything?” He continues, causing you to chuckle,
“I passed out, I didn’t break a bone and need sympathy food.” You smile, watching as he rolls his eyes.
“What about ice cream? Brownies?” He offers, continuing to offer sympathy food. “I know you like ice cream when you don’t feel good.” He presses, knowing you all too well. You think for a moment, beginning to have a small urge for ice cream, drizzled lightly with chocolate. “Ice cream and a Christmas movie when we get home.” You instruct, suckering him into watching Christmas movies with you.
“Ah, well played.”
“I’d say.” You smile, “I’m sorry though for tonight.”
“Eh, it’s okay. Just don’t do it again.” He presses a kiss to your cheek,
“But you shower me with whatever I want when I’m not well.” You joke, feeling a bit more energy starting to fill you.
“Whatever.” He rolls his eyes, “I assume you’ll make me watch the Grinch and Elf?” He questions, a grin becoming noticeable on your face.
“Perhaps.” You nod cheekily. He doesn’t groan or roll his eyes despite the fact they’re the two movies he absolutely despises. He always whines about how they’re overly played and has watched them countless times through his life time. “Okay,” he nods,
“Harry, is this how you’ll be with our kids?” You curiously ask, beginning to wonder if he will act the same,
“What do you mean?”
“Will you shower them with sweet foods when they’re sick? Watch movies with them and keep them comfortable?” You explain the depth of your question.
“Of course, gotta keep my kids happy and feeling good. But, can we refrain from letting them watch the Grinch until they’re at least ten? A green fury thing isn’t an image for a five year old.” He proposes, making you smile. Someone’s already thought about children. “And, their first Christmas movie is to be the polar express.” He continues, deciding to express in detail the things he’d like for his future children.