Merry Christmas!
Hamato Yoshi pulled the four mutant turtles close to him, as cool air blew through the sewer grate. Yoshi pulled two of the turtles onto his lap and they buried their cold, red cheeks into his red kimono. Yoshi smiled down at the turtles who he now considered his sons, andonly family. The four, young turtles were nearing two years old, now, Yoshi had claimed them as his children. For these past two years, the turtles and he had been living by traveling around through the sewers and finding whatever food they could. Yoshi would travel, and look around for a permanent home. He found an abandonded subway station about a mile from where they currently stayed, but the the turtles couldn't travel that far in the winter, for they were cold blooded.
Yoshi had named each of the turtles. The eldest of the four, Leonardo, was the most responsible of the bunch. Yoshi watched how he would act around his brothers. They would wrestle around with each other, but Leonardo would stop them if their wrestling got too rough.
The second oldest, Raphael, was the one Yoshi was concerned with. When his sons grew older, he planned on teaching them the way of the ninja, Bushido. But Raphael was stubborn sometimes, and didn't like to listen. He would be a strong warrior, but his power in battle would get him thinking he was better than the others.
The second youngest, Donatello, was one of the lucky who had a way with machines and experiments. Whenever he saw a piece of a metal floating through the sewage, he would always reach down there and take it. He, once, found an old video game console and took the whole thing apart, and built it again.
The youngest, Michelangelo, was the quiet one and usually stayed by Yoshi's side. He was close with Raphael, and would always go wandering off on his own. Yoshi once found him looking up through a sewer grate at the lights of a police car.
Yoshi kept his children close to him. They sat underneath of a grate, and white light shone down on them. Sparkling white snow, gently fluttered down, into the sewer. Leonardo watched the sparkles of white, with wide sapphire eyes. He reached out his hands, and a snowflake melted in his green palm, leaving a tiny puddle of water. Leonardo giggled and patted Raphael's sleeping shoulder in excitement. Raphael grunted and opened his bright green eyes.
Yoshi watched in amusement, at the two little turtles gaze in amazement at the snow. Leonardo reached out his hands, and looked back at Raphael. Raphael did the same and watched a snowflake flutter on his snout, instead of his hands. He snorted and giggled wiping away the water from his snout. Donatello opened one of his baby blue eyes, and watched his older brothers. He decided to become apart of the fun and climbed into his father's lap. He reached out his hand and waited for snowflakes. Michelangelo peeked up over his father's kimono and watched his three older brothers with curious eyes.
"Go on."
Yoshi picked up Michelangelo and sat him in the middle of his brothers. Michelangelo looked back at Yoshi, who smiled in reply. Michelangelo giggled and reached his hands out. Yoshi watched his sons in happiness.
What better present could he ask for?
Just a short little story. My Christmas present to my readers! :)