The head elf, Doc, came trudging out of the mine near the North Pole, from which the elves excavated some of the Christmas presents for all good boys and girls everywhere.
"Superman *is* Santa," Doc said impatiently. "We've just had some trouble turning him into Ol' Kris Kringle for a couple of years now. We're running out of Krystmas Kryptonite, you see."
