Michael: 
Yea! A Christmas FDK! Just what I wanted. Thank you.
A man fond of generating lots of hot gas?
Herb? I mean, Tempus? I mean, Ralph? Oh, right. Lex.
So, if Lois awoke to a Clark-less desk still covered in Clarks-tuff instead of to a Clark waking her while carrying a fired-box?
CLARK: Er... <<looking very sheepish>> ...um...
CLARK: Dear Santa, I have been a very good boy this year. Really, I only peeped at Lois a few times each week. And only when she was in the shower or changing. Not while she was taking care of her personal business. Like Ralph would do. So, since I was so good, I was hoping for a little bit more brains this Christmas.

<<right, Canon Clark, everyone believes you>>
/hopes he’s not going to hold his breath and then faint of asphyxiation/
Even Lex... to his face.
And we all know what happens after the Heatwave.
Witness? Christmas? Oh, right, didn't I A/N that? Hmmmm. Better go back and check.