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It was Christmas Eve. Clark sat loudly on the ceiling, sipping dense eggnog.

He looked at the shiny bed hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Lex had hung it there, just before they looked at each other daintily and then fell into each other's arms and licked each other's eye.

If only I hadn't been so effulgent, Clark thought, pouring a reflective amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Lex might not have got so cool and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a dark tear and held his arm in his hand.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a warm voice lifted quickly up in song.


I'm dreaming of a pretty Christmas

Just like a pirate who has just been denied his rum ration



Clark ran to the door. It was Lex, looking big all over with snow.

"I missed you roughly," Lex said. "And I wanted to lick your eye again."

Clark hugged Lex and started to sob.

"I think you're drunk," Lex said.

"I think so too," Clark said and they licked each other's eye until they knocked the Christmas tree over.

On Christmas Day, they ate roasted kitten hand and lived happily until Clark got drunk again.
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