It was dark when Lex finally tore down the road towards Smallville, all the presents wrapped up in his backseat (except for the cars; even he couldn't buy a car big enough to hold a truck and a convertible). He was, although he didn't really want to admit it, excited. He hadn't celebrated Christmas since his mother died, and now his new friends were including him in theirs. Okay, it was just caroling, but it made Lex feel really….really good about himself.
The car's tires slipped briefly on the icy road; Lex silently cursed the people who didn't send a decent salt-truck to salt down the only freaking paved road in Smallville. Then the car skidded again; and didn't stop. Lex clutched the wheel, struggling to control its wild slide. The car's brakes went out as he mashed desperately on them. He had just enough time to curse stupid sports cars and salt-truckers before his car flipped and rolled down the road.