Clark stared blankly at the Justice League members before him. He suspected he was dreaming. Either that, or he had taken way too many drugs. Or eaten poisonous mushrooms. Otherwise, why was he seeing the Justice League celebrating Christmas aboard a Martian spaceship?!
Clark even rubbed his eyes. Never had his super vision been so distrusted. Even his Super Brain felt as wronged as snow falling in June. It was not until Bruce greeted him that Clark realized none of this was an illusion. They were actually preparing a Christmas Eve feast on a Martian spaceship!!!!
Clark took a deep breath and fought the urge to blast them all into the Kuiper Belt with a burst of freeze breath. Clearly, everyone saw that urge on his face. Hal swooped down, picked up the star, stuffed it into Clark's hands, and said, "Thank God, you're finally here. We can't put this thing up without you. Come help!"
"Yeah. With all these presents, I don't know when I'll ever finish wrapping them," Barry said. "I know you're best at this, Clark. We're counting on you."
Ron and Arthur were genuinely at a loss as they stared at the collapsed Oreo tower and the turkey with a huge hole in it. Arthur scratched his head hard and said, "Is there still time to go buy another one? Or should we make gray whales the main course instead?"
"If you're going shopping, get another set of string lights too," Victor said. "I turned the power up too high and burned out the filaments. I shouldn't have connected them to the power supply."
Clark's gaze swept over them without lingering, then turned toward the three women standing beside the dining table, especially Lois Lane, who was holding a table runner.
At that moment, the exchange