Hi Kathryn!
December 14th
This isn’t a scoop; it’s an advent calendar. Timing is everything!
But the same can be said about scoops. For instance, if you try to cash in on the scoop of the mayor taking a special interest in his au-pair / intern during their stay at the Hobbs Lodge, you also need to be on time. Be there too early, and there’s nothing going on. Be there a minute to late, and it’s all over.
Lois’s favorite croissants from the little bakery just a block away.
Aside from reading this in the morning…I really did expect “just a continent away”
Lois took a bite of her croissant, its flaky layers melting in her mouth. “You know,” she said, “if you ever get tired of saving the world, I think you could open a bed-and-breakfast. You’d make a killing.”
Okay, I’m sure we have had “Clark’s B&B” where Lois found refuge after some B&E?
Clark chuckled. “I think I’ll stick to rescuing people for now. But I’ll keep the idea in mind for retirement.”
Considering the missus will be there, too, what will the guests think of the in-depth inspection of their luggage and most detailed background screening?
But inside their kitchen, the air hummed with warmth, love, and the unspoken promise of a day spent together.
Lois leaned back in her chair, cradling her coffee mug, and sighed contentedly. “You’re right, Sunday mornings should be special. I could get used to this.”
/starts writing letter…/
Dear Mr. Tempus,…
“That sounds wonderful, honey, count me in.” He grinned, pleased that his wife finally began to see Christmas as more than a chore.
LOIS: Hmm…let’s see…A blue one for Jimmy. Gold for Perry. Ralph gets a green one. And…ah, yes…a red one for Cat.
By mid-afternoon, their lanterns were finished. Clark’s was intricate, with delicate star patterns that reflected his meticulous attention to detail. Lois’s was bold and modern, with strong geometric shapes and vibrant colors.
/reads this as ‘Lois prefers to do a version that doesn’t require patience’/
For a moment, they stood in the soft glow, watching as the lights flickered gently, a beacon of hope for anyone who passed by.
Awwww
Warning, Lex Luthor tried to steal this story. Santa’s helpers filled his stockings with loads of coal for that.
So he can heat his jail cell? Awwww
Michael
