Considering the world of comics, there are certain questions that naturally come up at this wonderful Christmas season.  How does Batman decorate the Bat Cave?  Perhaps with red, green and gold bats?  Does Superman hang mistletoe at the the Fortress of Solitude?  Wait.  Fortress of Solitude would indicate alone time.  Maybe he goes there to brood about getting the wrong gift from Lois Lane.  Does the Flash visit all his scattered friends and relatives at the same time by super speed or time travel to see everyone?  These questions trouble me.  But more importantly, how do you surprise a superhero at Christmas?

     The world's finest detective, Batman, probably hasn't been surprised with a gift in years.  After all,

with a quick analysis of gift weight, height and sundry measurements, contrasted and compared with known personality, financial and psychological indicators of the gift giver, Bats had to know what was under the bright, shiney wrapping paper.  Superman, of course, with his xray vision, was hard to fool, unless the gifter wrapped said present in lead.  Ma and Pa Kent must have had to melt down a lot of fishing lures to keep their gifts to Clark a secret until Christmas day.  Of course, Supes could always open the package and rewrap it at super speed with no one the wiser.  That is, unless the Kents added a little green kryptonite under the lead as a precaution against super snooping. 

     Wonder Woman can always use her lasso to get truthful details as to what lies under the Christmas

tree.  I don't know for certain, but I suspect Dr Doom always knew what he was getting.  The safest thing for all his underlings was to simply ask what he wanted.  Would you want to bring the wrong

present to Dr Doom?  Would you?  I think not.  On the other hand, Spiderman, coming from a poor

background, would likely be easy to please.  A tin of cookies from Aunt May would always be welcome.

You couldn't fool the Invisible Girl, Sue Richards, for obvious reasons.  Of course, Reed could always hide the gifts in another dimension until Christmas morning.  Simply build a dimension portal device into the star on the tree and all was safe until Christmas morning.  That is unless anothe darn Scrull showed up.

     So my dear Lorefans, while you enjoy pondering the many questions of a superhero Christmas, don't forget to take time to enjoy this Christmas with the rest of us mere mortals.  Hey, be a superhero yourself.  Wish everyone you see a Merry Christmas.  The smiles you get will make you feel

super, even if you can't fly.