Lex sat in his darkened office, a mug of hot cider at his elbow, listening to the soft strains of Vivaldi’s Christmas compositions playing on the stereo. A tall pine tree stood in the corner, colored lights sparkling, painting rainbows on all the furnishings. Handmade ornaments cut out of construction paper and doused liberally in glitter hung from the branches, draped with silver strands of tinsel that clung to everything and was found in the most onerous places. It was the first Christmas tree he’d had since he was thirteen, decorated with smiles and laughter and a precise schematic by his two favorite people in the world.
Clark and Sam were with their own family, where they belonged, but Lex didn’t mind being alone. It had been a very long while since he’d felt at home for the holidays and he was going to savor it, giving silent thanks for having Clark once more as a friend.
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