A Stamford Christmas Carol pt. 3
Cameron...
"Matt? Are you awake?" Amy spoke into the answering machine. "Matt? Anyways, I'm in Kansas City. It's about 3 am here, so I guess about 4 or 5 am back home? I'm gonna get this done as fast as possible and be on my way back to you. I miss you. Bye."
"AMY NO! Don't hang up!" Matt fell onto the living room floor hard as he dove for the telephone. "Ah, shit." He heard footsteps coming up the walk and rolled over. "Who's there?"
"Relax, it's just me, boy. Ready to go chop down a tree?" Mr. Hardy strolled in from the snow and dusted himself off.
"I can't, dad. I can't go hiking like this."
"Nonsense, it's tradition. We always go kill ourselves a tree Christmas Eve morning." He laughed. "Aww, I'm kiddin' son. I brought help." He waved to the door as a pair of younger men stumbled inside.
"Jingle bells! Matty smells! He's got a broken leg! Oh what fun it is to tease him…uh…Shan?" He couldn't think of the words.
"Let's go tap a keg!" Shannon Moore and Shane-o Helms sang loudly. "Merry Christmas Matt! We're home for a couple days to help you and your dad out. Where's Amy? She's not in yet?" Shannon asked.
"No, she's not. She skipped a charity event to be with me during surgery, so management asked her to swing by a couple on her way home to make it up. Jerks." He shrugged. "Well, enough of that. Go bring me back a tree! I want a big one." He smiled.
"Oh, no boy. Get his boots, he's coming along. We'll strap you to the sled and pull you." His dad ordered as Shane-o went to find his coat and gloves.
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