Hi Tommi!
‘Santa Claus won’t make me happy with a toy on Christmas Day…”
No, that’s perfectly innocent. Not a sequel to “I saw Mommy kissing Santa tonight” at all.
What had possessed her to change the normally wildly irritating, blaring, alarm, to the radio? Awakening to Christmas music was not soothing; the incessant honking of the alarm was preferable.
Maybe she hoped to wake up to a Superman rescue? Which means she slept through the story, so … not a good way to wake up either.
Couldn’t the world wait until December 1st before force feeding everyone Christmas cheer, she grumbled as she retreated to the bathroom.
Nope, sorry. Starts right after Thanksgiving.
“Now, darlin, you know you have to use up some of your vacation. You were supposed to be off from Thanksgiving until today…”
I can relate!
“I took Thanksgiving off. I sat at home all day,” eating junk food and watching movies, she thought to herself.
Perry began to back away from the desk, hands up in defeat. “You need to take vacation sometime, Lois. Try to use some before I have to force you to again.”
She could get kidnapped! That way she’s not doing any work.
PERRY: I’ve had too many overtime reports filed by her when she was kidnapped during an investigation to believe that one.
She needed coffee and a place to think where she wasn’t surrounded by Christmas cheer.
Good luck with that.
She stood abruptly, and instantly noticed several young women approach their table.
She been hogging the prime cheer spot?
Frustrated, she turned off the television, and picked up her book, a murder mystery, something decidedly not Christmas related.
The suspect, an elderly gentleman by the name of Nicholas S…
Even Clark hadn’t snagged a Superman exclusive in over a week, which was quite unusual for him.
Not wanting to outmaneuver Lois?
He could use a good, classy, tie or two.
Did people actually stand under mistletoe and wait to be kissed? What a ridiculous idea!
What if she placed one over the window?
Who would she wait for, she thought idly? Just for a moment she imagined putting a sprig of mistletoe up and watching to see what Clark would do when he came over next. Wait. Clark?
Freudian slip, huh?
She quickly closed the window to keep the warm air inside,
Uh-huh…
“The super, important gift you had to rush off and buy? Where is it? Who is it for?” “Uh, Secret Santa.” She raised an eyebrow in skepticism. “The Secret Santa we haven’t signed up for yet?”
She could get a turkey, and do an actual Christmas dinner, as the Planet had run several holiday themed articles over the last week, two of them complete with instructions on cooking turkey.
Yes, but are they lane-proof?
Maybe he could come over tonight and help her eat leftovers, watch a movie, and they could curl up on the couch.
I think her daydreams are getting more and more…cozy.
news crew had finished setting up a few minutes before and was now broadcasting live when she heard the familiar sound of Superman’s arrival.
See? You just need to put it in the live news and the flamboyant attention hog shows right up and saves the day. Even if he has been in Smallville just minutes earlier…
He smiled at her, the smile that normally made her weak in the knees. She felt her pulse quicken, but could only think of Clark’s bright smile.
I really do like this subtle progression!
Very quietly, as she approached the door to let Clark in, she finished the chorus. ‘All I want for Christmas, is you.’ Maybe it wasn’t such an annoying song after all.
Awwwwwwww….
Thanks for that fun story!
Michael
