Toddler Turtles Christmas Special

Part 2

No I don't own the turtles – I own the figurines of toddler turtles – and for those who care they're currently making a mess in my bed room.  Also I don't own the rights to Fraggle Rock – super cool, but short lived 80's kids show. They belong to the legend Jim Henson (The Muppets, Muppet Babies and Sesame Street) – seriously no one can create Muppets better than him. I still own a Fraggle Rock video – so adding in the tune last chapter was easy. I just thought at 7 the turtles were probably getting to the stage where Sesame Street was too babyish for them.

Also I am hoping the different fonts show up on the fan fic site – if not – I am sorry – it's not my fault…..

Letters to Santa

Dear Spanta

This is Michelangelo.

I am 7 years old.

I have three big brothers and my Daddy Splinta.

I am writing to you to tell you what I want for Christmas.

For Christmas I want a scated board with orange wheels.

Orange is my favourite colour because my cat Blinky is orange.

I also want to get my own transform as like Raph's cos he's naughty and don't share with me.

I also wanted a ninteda cos I and my brothers think they cool and we always ask Splinta and he says he can't afford it for us.

Is it true you don't like pizza? Pizza is my favourite thing in the whole world – after my teddy.

Also I want you to give spinta a nice present too, because he's a good Daddy and always protects me from monsters in the sewers.

From Michelangelo

PS. You can call me Mikey, my brothers do and sometimes Splinter.

To Santa

My name is Raphael. I am a turtle and live with my dad and brothers.

For my present you give to me it is a big red truck which makes lots of noise. It must be red, I live red trucks.

You also need to bring me lots of lollies. I need lots because Splinter will make me share and I want heaps left over for me.

You bring a Nintendo for us in our house, because we all been good.

What kind of movies do you like? I like scary ones, because they scare my little brother and it's funny.

Raphael

Dear Mr Father Christmas

Hello this is Donetello. I am seven and a half years old. I have one big brother and two little brothers. We live with our father, Splinter. I think you know him, because he knows who you are.

For this Christmas I would like you to please bring me lots of old radios for me to play with. I also would really like a computer, but I know that is asking lots, so I don't mind if you can't bring me one.

I want to ask for a Nintendo system so my brothers and I can play it. I like playing with my brothers.

Also it is nice for Splinter to have a day where he doesn't get a head ache from my little brother's silly fights.

From Donetello

Dear Father Christmas Sir,

Hello and how are you? My name is Leonardo and I am almost 8 years old. I live with my Dad and my brothers. I am the oldest.

I like playing chess and reading books. I am the bestest boy in the house, because I always listen to our Dad, Splinter.

This Christmas I would like to have a new sword, because I like playing sword fights with my brothers. I always win too. My old sword my little brother broke and I was very upset. He got into lots of trouble from Splinter. Maybe he's not getting a present this year, because he is naughty.

But please if you give us all a present give him something too. He would be very upset if he did not get a present.

I also want you to bring Splinter a new tea pot – since Mikey broke it this morning when he throw a ball at Raph and it broke it.

Also my brothers and I would like a Nintendo to share, because it is something Splinter says we must share with our brothers.

Thank you and sincerely yours Leonardo.

"Thank you my sons, you have all done a good job on your letters to Santa Claus. I praise you for your hard work. I notice Raphael your spelling and hand writing has improved. Please keep it up." Splinter put the four letters into an envelope and placed them aside for later.

"You may finish you lessons for today. Before you go we have one final matter to address."

"Yeah, who we make a present for! " Mikey cried, almost standing on his chair. He had sat still all morning doing his work, waiting for this. He wanted to know which one of his big brothers he was giving a present to.

"Now the first and most important thing is about what we are about to do is – that whoever's name you pull out of the hat – only you are to know who that person is. I do not want you to go and point to your brother and tell them that you got them. I do not want you to go to anyone else – not even me and tell them who you got. Do you all understand that?"

Four green heads nodded yes.

"Okay…"

"Can I be first?!" Mikey cried, "I always go last, can't I be first this time, Please Splinta".

"Michelangelo you are still in class – do you call out in class?"

"Um… no, but I …."

"Very well, for once I will let it pass. Remember next time," Splinter held the old hat out as Mikey ran up and pulled a name out. He looked at the paper and giggled.

"Don't look at the person on your paper!" Splinter warned.

"You mean never?"

"No, but don't look them in the eye now, it will give it away. Go sit down and don't look at anyone," Splinter advised.

Mike ran back to his place and three other turtles were looking to Splinter to wait their turn.

"Raphael, you may go next," Splinter called his second youngest up.

Raphael walked up and stood on tip toes as he picked a name. He opened it up and looked at Splinter confused.

"What is wrong my son?"

"Um… I got myself," He said and showed the paper to his father. His brothers laughed.

"Oh alright, here let me hold onto that and you have another go. Thank you for being honest with me," Splinter was pleased with his son's honesty.

Raphael took a dip and pulled out the paper, took one look and went back and sat down.

All the time three sets of eyes peered at him, waiting for him to look them in the eye if they were the one.

"Donetello, up you come," Splinter throw Raphael's name back into the hat.

Don quickly pulled out a name and went to sit down again, without looking at his choice.

"Leonardo".

Leonardo went up and took the last paper in the hat.

"Now you may all go and play, see you at lunch," Splinter announced, as four boys races out the room, finally free to do whatever they wished.

After lunch, Splinter went to check on his sons. Michelangelo and Raphael were in front of the TV, watching Fraggle Rock. It was one of their favorite shows on the television.

Donetello was tinkering with some gadget – which Splinter couldn't workout what it was because it was all in pieces around his second oldest son.

Leonardo was meanwhile in his room reading his chapter book.

"Leonardo, would you mind watching your brothers while I go post your letters to Santa up topside?"

"Yeah, okay," Leonardo replied, walking out into the main living space, where his brothers were.

"You boys behave yourselves for Leonardo. I am just going to post your letters and I will be back soon."

"Oh, Splinter you be long?" Mikey asked, he ran up to his father.

"Now my son, I won't be long. Your brothers are here and I will be back very soon. You be a good boy and watch the Fraggles with your brother.

"Okay", Mikey ran back to sit next to Raphael.

"See you soon Splinter," Donnie said from his position on the floor.

"You too my son, you be careful with all that. Please don't cut yourself." Splinter gently warned his son.

"I know."

"Bye Splinter", Leo called from behind his book.

Yet to come…..

Who got whom in the secret Santa?

Will the boys be good leading up to Christmas?