"Then who the devil gave me this blasted hat?" Clark found himself yelling. "I didn't give it to myself! And I distinctly remember being other places, with other people the past few Christmases. And don't tell me I have amnesia!"
Clark sat down on the ice, almost ready to cry. Another thought struck him. "What's Lois doing here, anyway?"
Doc grinned at him. "You have to have a Mrs. Claus."
