A/N: Tis the time of year again to write a Christmas Story so I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving and Christmas time.

Chapter One: A week before Thanksgiving

Tommy sighed as he pulled up to his house, Thanksgiving break couldn't come soon enough for him. Sometimes he wonders if Skyler, his four year old son was better behaved then the Juniors and Seniors that he teaches. He climbed up the steps to the porch and nearly tripped over a bicycle that was laying in front of the door.

Tommy sighed as he picked the bike up and moved it out of the way, checking the color so that he didn't yell at the wrong kid, pink and white, that meant it was Ruby one of his eleven year old triplets, "Ruby, put your bike away before someone gets hurt!" he called out as he unlocked the front door, he had learned about five years ago that if he didn't keep the door lock people would just waltz right into his secret lab in the basement and help themselves to power ranger power sources.

"Daddy," a little voice called out as a bundle of blue with his wife's soft caramel colored hair and his own brown eyes tackled hug him, a piece of paper in his hand, "Look what I made at school today," he said happily, holding up a hand turkey.

"Whoa," Tommy said, scooping the little four year old up in his arms as he dropped his briefcase next to the front door, "A hand turkey as beautiful as that one deserves a place of honor on the fridge's door, don't you think?"

"Can I take it with us to show Grandma and Grandpa?" the little boy asked, beaming up at his father.

Tommy shifted the small boy slightly in his arms to get a better grip, "Why don't we make a couple more turkeys and then you can give both Grandma and Grandpa Scott and Grandma and Grandpa Oliver a turkey to hang up."

With that Tommy entered the kitchen to find red headed Grace stirring a large pot of boiling water, her identical twin was carefully cutting up vegetables for a salad while the last of the triplets, a boy with brown hair named Troy was wrestling with the glass jar of spaghetti sauce.

"Careful Troy," Tommy insisted, pinning the picture on the fridge as he watched his eleven year old son, "Don't tighten your grip to much, or you'll..."

The rest of the warning was useless as the glass jar suddenly shattered spraying red sauce over the floor and counter of the room.

"Shatter the jar," Tommy finished, setting Skyler down, "Did you cut yourself," he asked Troy, his hands were covered in red and he wasn't sure rather it was sauce or blood.

"I don't think so?" Troy said, his bottom lip quivering.

"Hey," Tommy said, "It's okay, you just need to remember that you can grip things a lot harder than normal people can, trust me, sometimes I forget that." Tommy reached for a roll of paper towels, "Now, I'm going to clean up this mess while you wash your hands off, get your mom if you do find a cut, she'll help clean it."

"But she's napping with the baby," the pre-teen protested.

"She's wrapping presents," Tommy informed him, "She knows what happened and all you have to do is ask."

Troy nodded, not at all surprise that his mother knew what was going on and that his father was aware of it, they were telepathic and had eyes in the back of their heads.

...

Tommy had just finished cleaning up the broken jar when his phone started to ring, he quickly finished washing his hands, dried them on his pants before pulling his phone out of his pocket.

"Hello this is Tommy," he said cautiously, he was tired of getting scams.

"Hi Sweetheart," his mom said through the phone, "I was wondering about a head count, who is all coming for Thanksgiving?"

Tommy frowned, thinking for a second, "Just Kim, me and the five youngest as far as I know, Ronny might show up but that's still debatable."

"Have you heard from her recently?" his mother asked.

"Not in a couple of weeks," Tommy admitted, "I'll try calling her later."

"What about Kira?" Mrs. Oliver asked, Tommy scrunched up his forehead, thinking, "Kira, I believe, I need to double check with her, but I believe that she is staying in Reefside and having Thanksgiving with Connor's family."

"Have they set a date yet? Those two have been engaged for awhile now, have they set a date?"

Tommy shook his head, setting a date had caused a lot of argument between the Oliver's and the McKnight families. Kira wanted to wait to set a date until Ronny was done with the Operation Overdrive, so that she could be Kira's maid of honor, Connor was fine with that, however, his family didn't understand that Ronny couldn't just ask for the day off. They others understood, there was no such thing as a day off for a power ranger, if you weren't on active duty you were on call, "Not until Ronny is relieved of duty, this isn't a normal job time off happens when it happens not when you schedule it."

"What about Nick?"

"He's moved to Briarwood after graduating from high school," Tommy reminded his mother, "He usually calls once a week, I'll ask, but he and Maddy are getting pretty serious. So I don't know, sorry I wasn't very helpful."

"It's okay, just text me when you find out... Actually I'll call you back in a couple of hours and check again, seeing as you'll probably forget."

...Ronny's bedroom Hartford Mansion, San Angeles...

Ronny flopped down on the large four poster bed that was in the center of the room, she was exhausted, but that wasn't anything new, since she had had most of her life energies drained from her on Halloween by the Fear Cats she had always tired easier. Not that she let anybody learn that that was what was going on.

She groaned loudly as her phone started to buzz, another mission, they just got back, she slipped her phone out of it's holster on her arm and flipped it open, "Ronny here," she said hoping that it was just a friendly call, after all the alarm hadn't gone off that they used in base.

"Hi, Ronny, it's your father," Tommy's voice filtered through the phone, "Just checking to see how things are going for your team?"

"Doing good," Ronny said shifting slightly on the bed, "We might even be done soon, I think we only have one gem to go, we're trying to figure out where to even begin looking. After we're done I'll be headed home."

"Grandma needs a head count," Tommy explained.

Ronny shook her head, "I can't say yes or no at the moment, tell Grandma that I might be a surprise guest," Ronny said, "it won't hurt anyone if she has a little more left overs than usual."

"If you come will you be bringing a special someone?"

"Dad!" Ronny gasped out, springing to her feet, "I'm much to busy to find a boyfriend at this time."

"I don't know, your mother and I, Kira and Connor, Nick and Maddy, Just wondering if you have met the one?"

"Nope," Ronny said, popping the 'p', "I haven't."

"Well Tyzonn seems nice," Tommy pointed out.

"He's..."

"Just because you are from different planets doesn't mean you can't work out, Just ask Ashley and Andros."

"I was going to say engage, the main reason he's with us is because the Fear Cats have his fiancee, I'm not butting in."

"What about Dax?" Tommy asked.

"Connor and Ethan where more mature than he is," Ronny muttered.

"Mack? Leader of the team, superstrength, pretty impressive."

"He seems to have a thing for Rose, besides, he's a robot."

Tommy blinked on his end of the phone, "Okay, that's new, and what about Will?"

"Will's nice,"Ronny admitted grateful that her father couldn't see her as her face burned bright as she thought of the Black ranger.

Just then the door opened and Will appeared, a smirk on his face, "So Rose think she figured out how to find the last gem are you coming, or are you going to keep gossiping about us?"

"Dad," Ronny said into the phone, "I have to go."