I mean, the Cerebro-Helmet? That energy vampire? Not to mention Superman dissolving into ' primitive protoplasm ' and being transfused into a 'bio-copy' of himself.
Maybe it's me, but there's some really unsettling imagery in this story, especially for a little kid reading it on Christmas day...
And this one, Requiem For A Hot Rod, is a piece of nonsense really, but totally charming, as Clark ( in a pink zoot suit no less ) takes on that scourge of the '70's, drag strip chicken racing, and Lois behaves like a total idiot as usual. Nothing Yuletide-y about either story, but for British fans of my age, absolutely synonymous with reading them on Christmas morning.
And to close this 1972 Super-treat, there was this absolute belter. Again, not even remotely Christmassy, but as weird and wrong-headed as you like.