Jolly St. Clark TOC Part 1 Part 2Collapsing into the chair next to Lois’s desk, Jimmy handed her his notes and then wiped his sniffling nose. “If they’ve got something secretive going on, I didn’t witness it,” he told her, his voice hoarse with a cold.
Lois held his notes with two fingers and set it on her desk. “What did you learn?”
“Santa only washed his hands
after a reminder from a friendly elf.” Jimmy coughed into his sleeve. “He smelled like he slept regularly in Suicide Slum. I don’t know if that was him personally or the fact that they never washed the Santa suit. I definitely saw him on more than one occasion take some fluids to ward off the cold. He was disgusting but not predatory.” He wiped his nose again. “I, personally, wouldn’t want
my child on his lap.”
“Lovely. We should take Cost Mart to task.” Lois’s brow wrinkled. “You have a child, Jimmy?”
He glared at her. “Figuratively.”
She winked at him. “I thought so. You look like you should take the day off.”
Jimmy turned his red eyes towards her. “Ya think?”
“Why don’t you ask Perry to let you go home before you spread your germs around the newsroom?” she suggested. “I’ll type up the story and then swing by your place on the way home for a fact check.”
“Do I get a byline?” he asked, looking like he would rather have a warm bed and cup of soup.
“We’ll see if it makes an article first,” she informed him.
“Gotcha,” he replied in parting, but didn’t seem to have the energy to stand.
“Was there something else?” Lois asked, starting to lean away from him and his germs.
“No,” he answered, still not moving.
Clark approached. “Whoa there, Jimmy. You okay?”
Jimmy looked up at him like Clark must be blind, but otherwise didn’t respond.
“How about a hand up?” Clark suggested, holding out his hand.
“Thanks, CK,” Jimmy said with relief.
“Do you need some help getting home? Or are you still on assignment?” Clark turned a sharp glance Lois’s way.
What did
she do? Lois shrugged.
“Nah. Turned in my uniform. Today was Santa’s last day. He has to return to the North Pole and rest up for Christmas Eve tomorrow,” said Jimmy with a groan, stumbling forward. “Besides they don’t want anyone as sick as me around the kiddies.”
“Come on, I’ll get you home,” Clark offered.
“Maybe you could drop me off at my mom’s. I’m supposed to go there for the holidays. Chief’s given me the next two days off,” Jimmy mumbled, leaning heavily onto Clark’s arm.
“Don’t get sick, Partner,” Lois called to Clark as she looked over Jimmy’s notes. “Merry Christmas, Jimmy!”
Jimmy lifted his arm in salute.
“I’ll be fine, Lois,” Clark reassured her before walking Jimmy to the elevator.
Lois looked over the notes and wondered if she had enough to write up an article. It would be too bad if she had sent Jimmy to hell and back and didn’t end up with an article out of it. She sighed, trying to make heads or tails out of his chicken scratch.
Two hours later, she turned over Jimmy’s notes for the thousandth time, still wishing he had seen something suspicious. She had been barred employment from the esteemed halls of Cost Mart for some reason. They must be hiding something. Maybe it was time to do some more holiday shopping. She put her bare bones story into her ‘current’ folder and grabbed her briefcase.
After circling the block for the sixth time, Lois wondered what in the hell she had been thinking in trying to snoop at Cost Mart on the last full shopping day before Christmas Eve. She wasn’t going to find a parking spot in this area of town, let alone within walking distance from the store. With one final harrumph, Lois conceded temporary defeat and turned her Jeep Cherokee towards home. She would have to wait to spy on Cost Mart when the store was less busy. Like after the holidays.
***
The next morning, Cat leaned towards Lois’s partner and purred, “So, Clark, are you busy tonight? I’d still love to have you for dinner.”
Lois felt like groaning and rolling her eyes at the blatancy of the offer. Suddenly she felt a wave of Christmas charity for her partner and said to him as if she hadn’t overheard Cat, “So, are we still on for tonight?”
“Huh?” Clark stammered, glancing between the two women.
“Oh,
you and Clark have plans?” Cat insinuated, her claws outstretched.
“Yes, Cat, work,” Lois said as if it were clear. “It’s what those of us without holiday plans do for the holidays.” She belatedly realized that her chosen words sounded more pathetic than they had in her head.
“Pity you,” snapped Cat.
Clark reached across the desk for a donut and murmured in a low voice only Lois could hear, “What work?”
“I’ll tell you my idea after the meeting,” Lois replied in a hush. “Unless you wanted to take Cat up on her offer?”
Clark sat back in his chair and took a bite of his cake donut. She could feel his gaze lingering on her, causing her to wonder yet again if he harbored more than friendly feelings for her. “Thank you, Cat, but Lois and I are in the middle of a story.”
Lois took longer than necessary to gather up her stuff after the meeting, waiting for the room to clear out.
“So what did you have in mind, Lois?” Clark asked from his seat, tapping his fingertips together.
“I’m still suspicious about why Cost Mart didn’t want me sniffing around their store, officially or unofficially. So, I thought we could go into the store tonight just before they close at eight and hide out until the employees leave for the holidays. Then we would have the whole of Christmas Day to search the building without interruption,” she told him.
Clark’s eyebrows continued to go higher on his forehead with each sentence. “Is that really what you want to do for Christmas?” he inquired in astonishment. “I thought you had plans?”
“If you want to earn the Kerth or Pulitzer, you’ve got to make sacrifices in your personal life for your career,” she informed him, brushing off his question. “You never know, we might find something.”
He pressed his lips together. “No, thanks, Lois.” He gathered up his notes and stood up.
“No?” she asked with shock. She almost felt offended. “
No?”
“I don’t want to spend Christmas locked inside Cost Mart, looking for some unknown secret that they don’t want the great Lois Lane to discover. You may want to treat the holiday just like any other Saturday night, but I don’t.” He let his voice fade. Then he reluctantly informed her, “Anyway, I have somewhere I need to be tonight.”
Lois’s jaw dropped. Did Clark Kent just turn her down? Some place to be? Where did he have to be? “Where? The Grant family extravaganza?” she grilled him snippily.
“For your information, Lois, I do have other friends and obligations outside of those at the Daily Planet,” Clark enlightened her before leaving the conference room.
Lois’s eyes formed slits. Clark had
friends and obligations outside of the Daily Planet? Ha! She pressed her lips together. Well, so did
she!
She could show him and go ahead with her plans to hide out in the Cost Mart store. Only… without Clark’s participation the all-day stake-out seemed… boring. With him it could have been a lark. What if she didn’t find anything? Then she would be stuck inside the store all of Christmas Day by herself until they opened up early the next morning for the after-Christmas sales. Maybe Clark had a point.
She tapped her pencil on the desk, staring at her partner as he returned to his desk. Of course, there were other things she could investigate instead.
***
Lois wrapped the muff of her winter coat up and around her jaw. How late would it be before Clark left his Clinton Street apartment for his “date” with his other “friends”? She had been standing out here on the street for what felt like hours. She had even snuck up to his door and peered in to see if he was at home. He was; she could tell from all the lights on.
Strangely though, Clark hadn’t decorated his apartment for the holidays despite buying all those decorations at Cost Mart a week ago. She had been sure with his excess of holiday spirit he would have had sparkly lights and even some garlands strung around his apartment. Or at least a wreath on his door. He had none of that. He did have a tree. A little one that had rivaled her own, albeit decorated with what looked like homemade cookie ornaments. He wasn’t much of an artist from what she could tell. Her heart had ached at the lack of gifts underneath it. From what she had been able to see from the window of his glass door, there had been only one sole gift under the tree.
Clark walked out of his bedroom and Lois flattened herself against the wall beside his front door, hoping beyond hope that he hadn’t seen her. When he never came to the door to ask what she was doing, she realized he did not know that she was there. After determining that he was indeed at home, Lois returned to the street.
As Lois stood waiting for him to leave on his “date”, she wondered where all the decorations had gone? Did Clark have a girlfriend somewhere for whom he had bought the trimmings? That thought tugged at her heart in a completely different way than the lack of gifts under the tree had.
Was he dating a single mom with kids? Was that why he had bought all those toys? She could see Clark falling for someone like that. That would explain the quality of the cookie ornaments on the tree if they had been made by children. Was that why he was always disappearing with crazy excuses? Was it that the children had called or needed to be picked up from school or were home sick with a cold? How could he have so much going on in his life and not tell anyone at work? Not tell her? Not one word! She was his partner, after all. Or, at least, she considered herself so.
Maybe Lois didn’t know Clark Kent as well as she thought.
Rubbing her gloved hands together, then blowing hot breath on them, Lois tried to warm them up. It was a good thing she was following him tonight, so she could finally learn what he was keeping secret from her. What he had lied to her about. She stomped her feet as they felt more numb than alive at the moment. At last, she heard footfalls coming down the stairs and ducked into a nearby alcove.
In Clark’s hand was a shopping bag full of… drat! In the darkness she couldn’t see what was in the bag. She assumed it was a present or gifts for his someone, or more than someone, special.
He was lucky she was following him. If he walked along the street for any length of time, he would surely be knocked over the head and have his packages stolen.
When Clark got to the boulevard, he raised his hand and flagged down a passing Metro Cabbie. Darn! She looked at the cab number in hopes she didn’t lose him before she could get a cab herself. As soon as his taxi drove off, Lois ran to the corner and whistled.
A genuine Christmas miracle happened! A cabbie pulled up to the curb. Lois climbed in and pointed at Clark’s cab.
“Let me guess, Lady, ‘follow that cab’?” The man chuckled, turning on the meter. “Believe it or not, I hear that more often than you’d think.”
“Well, don’t just sit there!” Lois gestured wildly. “Follow him!”
The cabbie pulled into traffic. “So, where is he off to? This boyfriend, husband, or lover of yours?”
“If I knew that, would you need to ‘follow that cab’?” she snapped, waving her hand.
“Guess not,” replied the cabbie. “Is he seeing another woman? Gambling? Drinking? Socializing with an ex-wife? Or seeing as it’s Christmas Eve, visiting his estranged children?”
“He isn’t my boyfriend, husband, or lover,” Lois clarified for some reason that was outside of her grasp. She was keeping a firm eye on Clark’s cab, even if her cabbie seemed more interested in the gab than the chase. “He’s turning! Left at this next corner.”
“Uh-huh,” murmured the cabbie, turning down the next street.
“He’s my partner.”
“Partner?”
“Yes, we
work together,” Lois explained.
“Do you think he’s up to something illegal? Got a little fluff on the side? Working for the competition?” asked the cabbie.
“How in the hell should I know? That’s why I’m following him,” said Lois. “He does have a tendency to disappear at odd points during the day. Maybe I’ll finally find out why.”
“Ah.” The cabbie nodded. “But there isn’t anything romantic happening here?”
“Of course not!”
“Of course not,” repeated the cabbie with a nod.
Lois watched as Clark’s cab turned down a quiet street and pulled up to a gated building at the end of the block. “Stop! Stop, here! I’ll walk from here,” she told him, handing the fare plus a reasonable tip through the window.
“Good luck, Lois,” the cabbie said with a friendly smile. “I hope you find what you’re looking for.”
She glanced back at the man and waved. “Thanks, Mike.”
Lois froze on the sidewalk and shook her head with a glance back at the cabbie as he drove off. How in the world did he know her name? For that matter, how had she known his? She must have looked at his cabbie license. He must have recognized her from one of her few dates with Lex Luthor that had made it to the society pages. Yes, that must have been it.
Clark was just passing through the gate and into the courtyard of the building on the corner. Lois, as quickly and as quietly as she could in her boots, ran to the corner of the building for a better glimpse into the courtyard. Drat! He was already inside the building. She hoped she would be able to figure out which apartment he had gone into or she would have gone through all this trouble for nothing. She opened the gate, slipped inside, and stealthily made her way to the door of the building.
“Hello,” said a friendly older woman just inside the doorway. “How may I help you?”
Lois blinked at the woman with a momentary loss for words. “My friend just came in…”
The woman nodded and gestured towards a large room full of bright lights and music.
Inside Lois found a huge crowd of children dancing or playing a game. They were all holding hands and skipping around in a circle. The room was awash in holiday décor. Almost the complete opposite of Clark Kent’s apartment. There was a huge tree off in the corner, so tall it almost bent at the top where it scraped the ceiling. And so covered with bought and handmade ornaments, she could hardly see the pine needles. There were wreaths, lights of all colors strewn around the room, boughs of holly, garlands of pine, and streamers as well. There were several abandoned long tables with remnants of a holiday meal. Yes, there were adults as well, scattered here and there. But mostly there were children. The woman from the door came and joined Lois.
“Do you see your friend?” the woman asked.
Lois just shook her head, still in awe in what she saw. “Where am I?”
“Metropolis City Orphanage,” replied the woman. “I’m Judy, the Center’s director.”
“Lois Lane, Daily Planet,” Lois responded as if on cue.
“Oh, how nice. I do hope you’ll be writing an article thanking Superman for all the generous support we’ve had this year,” Judy gushed.
Superman? Judy suddenly had Lois’s full attention. “Superman?”
“Oh, yes, Superman has done wonders for the orphans since he arrived in the city. He even brought us our Christmas tree,” the woman said, gesturing to the tree that Lois had already taken in.
“Is… Is Superman coming tonight?” Lois stammered, starting to dig through her briefcase in hopes of finding her camera. Was that why Kent was here? Another Superman exclusive? Had Superman told him of this event? Why hadn’t Clark invited her?
Judy grinned, knowingly, yet at the same time, said vaguely, “We’ll see.”
The music and games stopped and someone gathered the kids together to sing “Silent Night.” Judy encouraged Lois to join in.
Lois looked through the crowd of people, searching for Clark, but still didn’t see him as everyone came together as a group to sing. As they finished the final verse, a plume of soot and ash came out of the large fireplace on the side of the dining hall.
When the smoke cleared, she saw a pair of black boots hit the ground with a thud. A tall man in a red suit with white trim bent down and emerged from the fireplace. Santa!
Clark? Lois wondered. Was this where her partner disappeared off to? Were these his friends and his plans?
As he stood up, Santa indeed had his traditional belly and his long white hair and beard and red hat. This was no hobo Santa that someone scraped together on the cheap and had dragged off the street. True, he was “tarnished with ashes and soot”, but not any more than she would be if she had come down through the chimney. His cheeks were certainly rosy and his eyes had the brightness of… Lois’s jaw dropped.
Clark? No, not Clark. It couldn’t possibly be Clark. Clark wouldn’t have crawled down a chimney as Santa Claus. Would he? It was hard to tell who the man was with that full white beard and mustache. But wouldn’t Clark be wearing his glasses?
“Ho ho ho,” Santa chuckled and his belly shook. He drew out his big red bag from behind him. “Oh, deary, dear. Am I so early? Everyone is still awake!” The voice was deep and low and, though he had added a bit of an accent, Lois would recognize it anywhere.
What was she thinking? It couldn’t possibly be Clark. It was Superman. It had to be.
From inside his bag, Santa started to pull gifts, some wrapped, some not, for the horde of children that now surrounded him – each one received a gift, no one was left out. He greeted each child by name and said something personal as well. She saw his black boots lift off the ground a couple of inches as he stretched over the heads of some of the taller kids to reach a small child in the back of the group.
Lois nodded to herself. Yep. Super Claus!
As soon as the gifts got passed around and the crowd thinned, Santa pulled out a small bag of sweets. Homemade sweets. He couldn’t possibly have made these himself. He may be Superman, but no man was as super as all
that. Perhaps not homemade but definitely made by hand by a professional, possibly from Europe. Of course, flying to Europe and back was no difficult feat for such a man. These were handmade candy canes, thicker and more robust in color than Lois had ever seen. Super Claus handed them out to the adults in the room with a simple “Merry Christmas!”
Lois had stood back and watched this whole procession as it occurred. She had to agree with Clark on this one point.
This certainly beat out being locked in the Cost Mart store for an evening.
She began to wonder if Superman was from another planet after all. Perhaps Krypton actually stood for Kringle. That would explain how Santa was able to visit all those houses in one night and without anyone seeing him. Super speed. He might not need a sleigh with reindeer if he himself could fly and had super strength. And what if he used his x-ray vision and super hearing to know if someone had been naughty or nice? It would explain the “S” on his suit: for “Santa”, not “Superman”. She wondered, and not for the first time, what his real name might be. True, Superman himself was much too young to be Saint Nicholas, but he could be his son or grandson. And he had said that his mother had made his suit. Mrs. Claus? He had also said that last year his father had…
Lois shook her head. Clark had said that, not Superman. But her theory wasn’t any more preposterous than Superman coming from a far-distant planet, was it not? If her hypothesis proved true – although how would one test such a hypothesis? – well, Superman certainly had made a believer out of her. She wondered what Clark would think of her theory? Where
was Clark?
Santa approached her and her heart doubled its beat in anticipation. “Merry Christmas, Su… Santa,” Lois murmured, hastily saying his character’s name rather than his own. Or was it? She couldn’t do it. Lois couldn’t acknowledge that this man was Superman in front of the children. No matter what other flaws Smallville had, he was right in this one respect. She couldn’t be the Grinch who revealed the truth of these children’s Super Claus.
“What would you like for Christmas this year, young lady?” Santa asked her.
She smiled. She knew what she wanted, but dare she ask for it. “Santa, I would like…” Lois’s voice and her gaze lowered to the floor. She couldn’t. No, she couldn’t ask him. She wouldn’t have the nerve. “A kiss from Superman.” Her face must have matched his suit, she couldn’t believe the words had actually come out of her mouth. They had been so soft she had breathed them more than spoke them.
“Such a rare gift, but may I offer this instead?” he replied.
Lois’s gaze raised to his and saw that his eyes twinkled like the stars. His lips, which she could barely see through the beard, curled up into a smile. Her heart seemed to pound in her chest. Offer
what? “Merry Christmas, Lois,” Super Claus whispered, holding out a candy cane.
Oh, right, the candy cane. She glanced down in embarrassment that she had expected more. Had it been made at a super secret workshop up at the North Pole?
As she accepted the sweet, Super Santa leaned in to kiss her cheek. Lois gasped in surprise and touched her hand to her face.
Santa chuckled a deep “ho ho ho”. He gazed up at the mistletoe above her head and then back at her with a wink.
Lois laughed and watched as Santa returned to the fireplace. “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!” he called, before setting a finger beside his nose and up the chimney he rose.
Everyone was still cheering and calling “Merry Christmas” to Super St. Nick, when Clark stumbled in from the kitchen with a half-eaten plate of pumpkin pie in his hand. He looked at the crowd around the fireplace and pressed his lips together. “Drat! Don’t tell me I missed him,” he groaned.
Lois shook her head. “Don’t worry, Partner, I got this one.”
“Lois!” said Clark, just noticing her. “What are you doing here?”
“I wondered who or what had a bigger draw for you than spending Christmas with me,” she explained as he walked up to her.
“You followed me, Lois?” he asked suspiciously.
“Why didn’t you tell me that this was where you were coming?” She turned the question on him with a raised brow. “You know if Superman was involved I’d be there like that!” She snapped her fingers.
“Superman? He was here?” Clark stammered almost foolishly.
Lois grinned at his misdirection, grabbing his tie and placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “You’re too much, Clark. Too much, indeed. Any more of that pie? I’m starved.”
Clark’s jaw dropped as he gaped at her. “Uh… Lois? What just happened here?”
She rolled her eyes in disbelief and pointed up at the mistletoe. “Really, Clark. You’d think this was your first Christmas or something.”
He got that sheepish expression that she adored on his face. “I think we could scrounge you up some pie,” he told her, leading her back into the kitchen.
***
“
Yes, Metropolis, there is a Santa Claus!” announced the headline on the Christmas edition of the Daily Planet. What followed was Lois Lane’s story of how Santa Claus had visited the children at the Metropolis City Orphanage the previous evening. She hadn’t mentioned it outright, but the adults reading the article would have noticed her nod and wink to Superman.
Lois set down her paper and fell back onto her bed with a groan. The phone rang and she didn’t have the energy to pick up the receiver, letting the machine answer it.
“Lois! Lois! Where are you?” Clark called over her machine. “I thought you said that you were working today.” At least, it wasn’t her mother nagging her. Again.
She couldn’t let her partner go on thinking that she had skipped out on him. Gathering energy she did not have, she lifted up the receiver beside her bed. “Hi, Cark,” she moaned into the phone.
“Lois? Are you okay?” he asked, concerned.
“Sobby, Cark…” She coughed. “I caught Jimmy’s code,” she replied, sniffling with a hoarse voice.
“Lois, if you didn’t want to come into work on Christmas…” Clark started.
“No, Cark! I’m reabby thick,” she told him, grabbing a tissue and blowing her nose.
“Wow, Lois. You sound really horrible,” he stated baldly.
“Lub you, too, Cark,” she responded with a extra dollop of sarcasm.
“As long as you aren’t delusional, Lois. So, what do you have planned for today?” he asked.
“What do you tink, Cark? I’m taying in bed and dying a sew mizerable death,” she retorted, flopping down against her pillows.
“I had thought you might be spending the day with… never mind.”
“Who, Cark? ‘
uthor? Peas! ‘ex and I are spedding ‘ew ‘ears together, ‘ot Krithmas,” she explained before coughing.
Christmas was too big of a step for her fledgling romance with Lex. When Lex had called earlier in the week, he had meant
next Friday, not
this Friday. Lex had explained the error after she told him she would be working on Christmas and couldn’t jet off to Europe for dinner the night before. Either way, Christmas Eve with Clark, Super Claus, and the orphans had beat out hours on an airplane with Lex.
After they had left the orphanage, Clark had taken her out for a late dinner in Chinatown. Lois had mentioned her theory that Superman belonged to the Santa Claus family to Clark. He had promptly laughed so fully and heartily at her suggestion that tears had actually come to his eyes.
Well, she had said, if it was such a crazy idea where had Superman gotten such a fine Santa disguise? Clark had admitted that it was his… or his father’s. He had lent it to Superman.
Her jaw had dropped.
That was what had been in the shopping bag Clark had carried with him to the orphanage.
Then Clark explained how he and Superman had gotten to talking one day, probably after Clark had written up that article about orphans searching for their birth parents. It had come out – off-the-record, of course – that they both were orphans. That the Kents weren’t Clark’s natural parents had been a shock in itself. But that Superman had also had been adopted by strangers after
his folks had abandoned him as a baby had tugged at Lois’s heartstrings. It explained why both men were always helping out the less fortunate.
“I’m sorry, Lois. You want me to bring some chicken soup over…” Clark said, pulling her out of her reverie.
“Cark! I don’t want you to catch my code,” Lois told him in no uncertain terms. “If you ‘aven’t alreaby.”
Clark would be the last person she admit it to, but he was making her day with this call.
“I just hate it that my best friend is alone and sick on Christmas,” he told her, wistfully.
Best friend? Wasn’t Clark in love with her? Had she confused friendship with love? True, she didn’t have much experience with either, but she had been so sure her hunch had been… She sighed.
Right. Best friend. She could use a best friend more than a love-sick suitor.
“Anyway,” he continued. “I have a pretty strong constitution. And I have your Christmas gift here, Partner.”
“No, Cark. Pebby will kill uth if we both get thick,” she told him.
“Thanks for the invite, Lois. I’ll be over after work and make us some chicken soup. My mom says homemade is a better remedy than store bought anyway,” Clark said, refusing to take ‘no’ for an answer.
“You know, Cark, when a woman thez ‘no’ she meanz…” Lois coughed.
“‘Please, come over and take care of me’?” he finished.
Lois sighed, pressing her lips together. If Clark wanted to spend his Christmas making her feel better… wanted to make her his charity case… he
had said that he felt better all year by giving to others on Christmas. She no longer had the energy to argue. “Okay, but you bebber bring videoth,” she ordered, giving up. “Anb no ‘anky-panky.”
“Hanky-panky? You really
are sick, Lois. Anyway, who kissed whom last night?” Clark chuckled. “How does ‘Miracle on Thirty-Fourth Street’ sound to you?”
“Whabever, Cark. I ‘aven’t theen it.”
“It’s about this little girl who doesn’t believe in Santa Claus until she meets the real deal,” he explained.
Lois settled down into her bed, pulling up her covers. “Will Thuperman make an appearanz?”
“Lo-
is!” he said instead of answering her question.
Well, if Lois couldn’t have Super Claus for Christmas, she guessed she wouldn’t mind settling for her own personal Santa, her Jolly St. Clark.
*** The End ***
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. The characters were created by Jerry Siegel & Joe Shuster and portrayed on the
Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman television series, developed by Deborah Joy-LeVine. Many thanks to all the writers on the show for their inspiration. I have borrowed some lines and images from Clement Clarke Moore’s 1823 poem “Twas the Night Before Christmas”. This story was inspired a bit from the 1947 film “Miracle on Thirty-Fourth Street” written by George Seaton, based on a story by Valentine Davies. The plot of the story is entirely my own.
Author’s Note: This story is the missing Christmas episode from S1, per my Christmas Challenge:
PROS: 1) Mistletoe, 2) Lois Lane's usual holiday traditions, 3) Something romantic
CONS: 1) Fruitcake, 2) Revelation that CK=S, 3) Grinches or Scrooges or time traveling ghosts
Okay, so I fudged a little on the Grinch.
And on S=Santa.
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