Hi Kathryn!
December 2nd
Clark might be faster than a speeding bullet, but you’re a little too fast with today’s door. Patience, fellow FoLC!
Okay, are you just pulling a Yoda or are you trying to exasperate Lois.
The next morning, Lois awoke to find Clark still lying beside her.
Oh, it’s a serialized experience in the telling of tales!
“Good morning,” he murmured, his voice rich and warm. He pulled her close, wrapping her in the kind of embrace that made her feel like nothing else in the world mattered.
Lois smiled against his chest, her thoughts drifting back to the previous evening. Clark’s advent idea had been just what she needed.
Yes, they have advent calendars with all kinds of themes these days.
This morning, though, she was grateful for the simple gift of waking up with him still by her side.
Awww, he did not turn into a pumkin again
Later - after lingering far longer than they should have in the warmth of each other’s arms - they scrambled to get ready for work.
Let’s hope they did not need to take a shower after -- Together, that is – or they’d end up being even later.
Lois eyed the spider skeptically but allowed herself to be intrigued. “You’ve got my attention. What’s the deal with the creepy-crawly?”
Clark grinned as he started with his own bowl. “You married me for my cooking skills, obviously.”
Yes, she married him because he keeps her alive.
“Though I seem to recall you advertising other talents - flying, lifting heavy things, cleaning the house at superspeed...”
Not doing *other* things at superspeed.
“True,” Clark replied, his grin widening. “But most of those don’t really help in the kitchen.”
The fridge is heavy and the kitchen was a mess last night.
After work, I thought we could do something inspired by today’s story.”
Lois raised an eyebrow. “Let me guess - spinning webs?”
*During* work they could investigate some old, abandoned buildings, the attics are said to be full of spider webs.
Lois lingered by the Christmas tree, her eyes on the spider web decorations now draped across the branches. They shimmered in the soft light.
“You know,” she said quietly, “there’s something comforting about this story. It’s like… no matter how hopeless things feel, there’s always a chance for something beautiful to surprise you.”
Awwww
Together, they stood in the glow of the tree, the spiderwebs shimmering like spun gold. And for the first time, Lois felt the stirrings of a quieter, simpler kind of Christmas magic, one that reminded her of the joy found in unexpected places.
Beautifully woven tale tonight
And just the right bit of melancholy
Michael
