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Clark sat in the living room in his father’s farmhouse. All around him were subtle reminders of his departed parents. Pictures on the walls, his mother’s handmade quilt draped over the back of the sofa adjacent to his father’s recliner. A fully decorated Christmas tree stood in the corner of the room. Only the twinkling lights from the tree and the gentle flames of the fireplace provided any visible light. Held gently in Clark’s lap was his daughter Lara. Her eyes were wide with wonder as she looked at the tree with absolute fascination.
Lara Kent, just two months old, had her father’s hair and her mother’s bow-like lips and eyes. She sat quietly with her father as he spoke to her. His voice was quiet and gentle. Speaking as if the infant could understand his words.
“All of this is your birthright Lara. Your grandfather and great-grandfather built this house with their own hands. This land has been farmed for nearly one hundred years and remains fertile and well cared for. Your grandmother and great-grandmother raised children in this house, baked and cooked in the kitchen and of course purchased or made all the Christmas decorations you see before you.”
Lara gurgled and moved about on her father’s lap. Standing in the doorway watching them both was Diana. Her lips formed a smile that was about as bright as the lights on the Christmas tree. As an Amazon on an isolated island, she had never celebrated Christmas as a child. Her exposure to this celebration only happened when she came to man’s world as the champion of Olympus.
Watching Clark with their daughter, Diana continued to marvel at his gentleness. Able to move mountains with his bare hands, most never looked past the spandex and feats of unimaginable power. But at the heart of it all, he remains his father’s son. And a good man. Lara would be a child of two worlds and very likely possess many of the abilities of both her parents. However, it is Clark’s heart that Diana hoped her daughter would inherit.
For Christmas through the eyes and heart of a child is a priceless gift indeed.