Christmas was one of his favorite times of the year. He knew it was mostly commercialized by the society of modern times all over the world, mostly in America.. but it did not deter him from celebrating it with those back home when he was there. He had always seen his mother, Chloe, Lionel, Lana, Pete, everyone who knew them. But Pete had moved long ago and Lionel was killed by his own son. And of course he couldn't see Lana anymore due to the extensive kryptonite she had to absorb due to that bomb a year or so ago.
He had kept busy here, though. His ears were always open if there was danger among the natives.. or the arrivals. But today seemed a bit quiet. So, picking out a good suit, he walked into the church. It had been some time, certainly. But this was nice. He moved to sit down in one of the pews, bowing his head to silently offer thanks to God for all the goodness in their lives, and for the safety of their friends and family...