Hi Kathryn!
December 3rd
Careful! If you peek early, Perry White will assign you to cover dog shows faster than you could say ‘great shades of Elvis’!
Yes, perhaps. Luckily, not faster than I can say ‘Ralph’!
LOIS: Or ralph when Ralph tries one of his pick up lines.
Lois woke up shivering. The other side of the bed was empty again, the covers cool to the touch.
Is he again out, galivanting with the tights man in the snow?
She pulled on a cozy robe and padded to the window. Outside, the city was wrapped in a thick white blanket, the soft snowfall transforming everything into a scene straight out of a Christmas card.
/eyes window/ Nope.
/pops in Die Hard 2/ Ah, the soft snow mingled with the shiny glow from planes a’ fallin’
She sighed, already missing Clarks warmth, before heading downstairs.
Maybe he could get her a stuffed Superman doll? Actually, there’s this “partner” pillow that was all the rage in the early 2000s, I think. Maybe the Superman foundation could sell life-sized Superman dolls for snuggling and warmth?
Opening it without him didn’t feel right.
Poor dear! At least there’s no expectation of finding chocolate inside.
LOIS: Now that would be just cruel.
He nodded, his jaw tightening. “It was... Let’s talk about it later.”
Poor dear!
During a pause in the meeting, she leaned closer. “I waited with the calendar, so you can watch me open it.”
Awwww! Also, is it bad if mind thinks there’s a naughty version of this?
That earned her a faint smile, the first she’d seen from him all morning. She realized then that this new tradition wasn’t just bringing her joy, it meant just as much to Clark.
Of course it does!
“Exactly,” Clark said. “It’s about finding small ways to help, no matter how insignificant they might seem. And it’s a reminder that even in the coldest times, we can spread warmth.”
Awww, and what a coincidence that Superman’s rescue is happening just when this tradition is told.
They stepped into the snowy yard together, carrying the sheaf. The cold air bit at Lois’ cheeks, but the sight of the pristine snow and twinkling lights from their neighbors’ houses felt almost magical. They tied the wheat sheaf to a pole, the red ribbon standing out like a cheerful burst of color.
You know, this could also work with Tempus in the role of Clark and Lois playing the role of the sheaf. She’s wrapped in a red cape, tied to a pole, all ready for Superman to come and find her. Then, Tempus could spring his Kryptonite trap.
As Clark stepped back to admire their work, Lois scooped up a handful of snow, forming it into a quick, lopsided ball. With a mischievous grin, she called out, “Hey, farmboy!”
The last time I read a snowball fight between Lois and Clark was in Virginia’s Green-Eyed Monster, I think. It did not end up well for Lois. Then, Clark was in big doodoo.
The yard quickly turned into their battlefield, laughter echoing through the crisp air as snow flew back and forth. Lois managed to land a well-aimed shot on his shoulder, only for Clark to retaliate by gently sprinkling a handful of snow over her head, leaving her sputtering and giggling.
Aww, he’s such a sweet boy.
“It’s funny,” she said after a moment, her voice thoughtful. “I never thought about how different Christmas is celebrated in other countries, but somehow the heart of it always stays the same.”
A large supply of coke in the cellar?
The warmth of the day lingered in the quiet comfort of their embrace as they watched the flames dance. Outside, the faint song of birds seemed to echo the harmony they felt in their hearts.
Awww…sweet
Michael
