Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You heard him, gnome. Scram.
All right, that's it.
No, no, no. That's not what I mean.
Tomorrow's Christmas.
What is this?
A father should be able to do that for his children, don't you think?
This one's for you.
Merry Christmas?
What have you done with time?
...where they had their honeymoon over 35 years ago. Mom.
You're right.
Thought it might brighten up the place.
One of Metropolis' top citizens...
- Mr. Caldwell? - What?
That's right. You're doing really good.
And that is just so...
At 4:00, the loop starts over.
- What are you hearing? - Fire trucks.
Superman is the symbol of hope.
See, in a world without hope, he's powerless.
Clock's ticking...
That doesn't mean I owe you anything.
- What are you gonna do? - See if I can get a jump on this thing.
I'll be back, or somebody else will.
Magic.
Help!
Once that clock ticks over...
It just doesn't seem to make any sense anymore.
Mr. Weston...
Oh, I thought at least one of your sons would...
Your choice to put on the red and the blue.
No lists, no guests, nobody needing...
Clark, what are you doing in here?
- You were about to offer, weren't you? - Now just one minute, Superman...
...I would pull some pranks, have some fun.
Oh, Bren, hon, when you get a sec, we should talk hair.
Merry Christmas. I love you guys the most.
- What? - I don't know. It's crazy.
- I really think she could be the one. - Well, that's seven to Christmas dinner.
In world news, Eastern European peace talks are stalled tonight.
Honey, listen to me, listen to me. This day is repeating itself...
How do you plan on doing that?
- What? - This.
Yeah? Well who asked you to?
...forever.
It's not like I have any faith in the future myself.
- Ralphie. - Tree's smaller.
Oh, it has. It has. It has.
Her family lives on the West Coast, and I was kind of wondering if...
And in world news, warring Eastern European factions...
No, Santa. There's one left.
...my mother's drinking again...
We need to beat this thing before he shows.
...because I'm looking at you.
At 4:00 it'll be noon again, and you won't remember any of this.
- Mxyl... - Mxyzptlk?
You're the one who's been following me.
Lois, honey, this is not you talking.
Have you any idea who I am?
The traffic on Christmas Eve is gonna be murder.
The airline gave us an earlier flight, and we took a cab straight here.
In world news, peace talks turn to war...
Merry...