*The woman must live on Energizer batteries,* Lois thought. *She just keeps going, and going . . .*
Thinking it would be rude to compare her hostess to the Energizer Bunny out loud, Lois improvised.
*chokes*
"More than a month of Christmas?" Lois couldn't decide whether she was in awe or pure catatonia at the thought of all that . . . cheer. "How can you stand it? I can barely tolerate the decorations they put up at the Planet in the middle of December."
Poor Lois *hugs favorite Grinch*
Clark grabbed a bit of mistletoe, tacked it right outside the kitchen, and went back to his place by the stairs just as the door started to open.
Oooooooo I can see a plan forming. Sneaky Kryptonian pocket lint
Martha called, "Stop, Lois!" She stopped.
Looking back to the Kent matriarch, Lois asked, "What's the matter?"
"Nothing," came the answer. "You're just standing under the mistletoe."
Bad Martha. Selling your houseguest out like that.
Clark was walking toward her. *He'd better not do what I think he's going to do,* Lois thought to herself in vain. Clark grabbed the potato dish from her nerveless fingers, gently set it on the table just to her right, and--quick and soft--put his lips on hers.
Yep. Bad Clark. Bad Martha. And Jonathan has to be chuckling by now.
*Hey, where'd he go?* Her thoughts contradicted themselves as Clark pulled back with a smile.
Hehehehehehehehe
"Happy Thanksgiving, Lois," he said as Lois mused to herself, *Maybe the holidays aren't so bad after all.*
Awwwww
That was really sweet, Darcy
Michael
