A Turtle Christmas Tale
Rated K+
Disclaimer: I deny any ownership of any adult or adolescent transformed shadow warrior chelonians.
Prologue:
I leaned against the light post watching the snow flakes fall past my face and all around me in a wild race to beat each other to the ground. I loved Christmas, and snow. I just loved this time of year, the hope it brought to so many, the smiles on people's faces, even as they hustled by with their arms laden with numerous bright coloured packages. The bells ringing from people standing on corners collecting money for the poor, and down and out. The bright decorations, and lights that seemed to rival any neon sign in the city. The promise of a new day, with a new year just around the corner.
I huddled down in my thick jacket and jammed my hat further over my head readjusting my scarf. I shivered a bit from the cold, before moving on along the street looking in store windows. I saw a man dressed in a Santa suit, sitting on his throne with a young child perched on his lap bawling her eyes out at the scary man with the bushy white beard. I knew this same child had probably begged to see Santa for ages, and now was overcome by him.
I thought about the time I and my brothers hadn't known anything about Santa, or Christmas. Our father if he knew, probably couldn't scrounge up enough for Christmas for us, see we had it pretty hard, we couldn't expect charity and knowing dad, he probably wouldn't take it even if he could...well maybe he would, he'd swallow his pride for us, just like he'd swallow Don's brief attempts at cooking when he was younger. It was just we didn't look like people so we couldn't exactly get, the handouts in the soup line and things that many people can go to when they are getting the short end of the stick as it were.
No, our father had four boys to care for, all of us the same age and we lived on what scraps we could find. So Christmas was an unheard of concept for us, through our early years. In fact we might have stayed ignorant to the fact if it wasn't for one thing that happened when we turned eight, our dad started getting us to help him with scavenging. Don had found a small TV at one point during one of his trips out and had lugged it back with Splinter's help. For ages Don fiddled and played with that TV, scowling muttering to himself and then one day, it was a miracle he got that TV to actually work.
It was the first TV we ever owned but not the last one. It was through this TV we got to watch the Christmas specials like Rudolph, Frosty and the Grinch, movies like Miracle on 34 st. and the Christmas carol with Ebenezer Scrooge. It was through TV we learned about Santa and his wonderful mission to bring toys to good kids all around the world. That is except for us, Santa might know if you were good or bad, sleeping or awake but he sure didn't know about four turtle boys living in a sewer of New York.
But you know we learned about Santa, and he also learned about us...let me tell you a story.
TBC
