Another Mikey fic, I just love him so freaking much! He will be like the only one that will be most centered in my stories. This is a short story to get in the Christmas spirit, well for those of you who actually celebrate Christmas. If you don't celebrate this holiday, hope you still enjoy it. The chapters will be very short. This will be twelve chapters, one for each part of the song. Of course this is the first chapter so this chapter will be about the first day of Christmas. You get the idea. Enjoy!

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave me: A partridge in a pear tree.

Michelangelo woke up to the sound of a bird chirping. Since when there were birds in the sewers, he did not know. He fully woke up when a fruit hit him in the head. He cried out and sat up in bed quickly, only to have his head hit against a branch. Wait, a branch? Mikey looked up and stared back at the bird that was staring at him. They held a staring contest for a whole half hour before Mikey looked at the tree the bird was sitting on. It was a pear tree that happened to fit in his room. Michelangelo wondered how the heck a tree and a bird got into his room without waking him up in the middle of the night. Well, he did sleep like a mountain. There was an orange ribbon with a card tied around the trunk. He opened the card and read what was written inside.

Dear Michelangelo,

Today is December 13th, and that means twelve days left till Christmas is here. Lately I have grown feelings that I never thought I would have for you, and since Christmas is almost here I thought I would try and express my feelings for you. I have watched out for your safety secretly, even when you are alone topside without any of your family. I hope you enjoy this gift that I have given to you during the night. You look cute in your sleep you know. I will show myself to you later. Don't forget to feed the partridge and water the pear tree.

From,

Secret Lover

Michelangelo was confused by what was happening right now and read the extra little note at the bottom.

P.S. Make sure Klunk doesn't eat the partridge,

Mikey snapped his head up and manage to pick up the cat just in time right before she (I am making Klunk a girl because I always imagined her as a girl) was about to pounce. He sighed and got ready for the day before heading out with Klunk to the living room. He didn't see the pair of eyes that was watching him in their place on the ceiling.