As he entered the room, Clark Kent discovered, much to his amazement, that all his super-hero friends had gathered. Spiderman, Wonderwoman, even Mighty Mouse, to name a few.

"Surprise!" They all popped out from behind their lead shields. To say the least, he was quite surprised.

"What's the occasion?" Asked the large, stocky Superman. It wasn't his birthday; they hadn't just defeated arch nemesis Dr Evil. Something else was up.

Then Mighty Mouse stammered out, "We're all leaving...to umm, take a break. It's Christmas time, and you know how it is; we miss our family." Clark had already made a conscious decision to stay where he was during the holidays; work would be plentiful and there would be some obvious holiday crime to bust.

So the party started. All the super-heros gathered in one place, turned the music up real loud; they thoroughly enjoyed shooting their lazer-beam eyes at their indestructible spiderwebs. However, one by one, they began leaving.

They were mostly teary departs--on the guests' side--to begin with. Some super-heros confessed that they weren't to return, and were overly emotional about their departure. Clark, however, stayed straight-faced, confident as ever, undisturbed by the sad news that any of his friends are leaving, perhaps never to see them again.

As the party dwindled, a very curious little redhaired girl approached Clark and asked, "Why does everyone cry except you, Superman?"

Clark, pondered a while, and answered, "Little Red, I have too much crime to fight to be bothered with silly emotions like sadness, or to cry over the inevitable. I just don't have the time."

Little Red turned around, and walked off, without any response. Clark's heart sunk. "Alone again," he mumbled.