Yes, Tyrone, There is a Santa Claus is an old-school Superman story with a new-school twist, and it’s high-larious.
Our short story begins with young Tyrone Jenkins III writing a letter to the Daily Planet, asking if there’s a Santa Claus…
He writes:
Dear Daily Planet,
Is there a Santa Claus?
My friend Billy says there isn’t. He says Santa Claus is for babies. He says it’s all made up and big kids know better.
That’s not true, is it? Can reindeer really not fly? Is nobody checking if I’m good or bad? Is it all a big lie?
I’m asking you because my daddy says everything in your paper is true. Except the part about the moon landing.
Yours Truly,
Tyrone Jenkins III
Daily Planet editor Perry White, upon reading the letter, scrambles his crack team of reporters into action. He gets the best line in the story, too:
This is an old-school Superman story, the kind where if Superman isn’t taking on some ridiculous villain in a story that’s so convoluted only because his power levels are ridiculously high, he’s meddling in some really inconsequential business. Then Batman gets involved, and just when you think the story’s going to turn into a heartwarming, schmaltzy bit about the True Meaning of Christmas, it becomes an object lesson in the True Meaning of Superdickery, and it’s high-larious. Read on to find out what happens!
Way to break the fourth wall, Bats.
Oh, Batman, you’ll milk that “I watched my Mom and Dad get shot and die” story for just about anything, won’t you?
One reply on “In which we learn not the True Meaning of Christmas, but the True Meaning of Superdickery”
Superman the putz. Batman the dick. Fair enough.