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Splinter woke to four pairs of feet jumping on his soft mattress. Excited laughs and joyful squeals escaped his enthusiastic sons. His youngest, Michelangelo, tugged on his fathers ear. "Wake up, Daddy, it's Christmas!" Mikey's happy voice announced.
"Thanks for the date, Sherlock. Now for today's forecast; snowy and full of presents. Though, it won't be if we don't hurry up." Raphael said sarcastically. Already he had his smart-mouth attitude. Such a young age, the turtles were. Only six years of age and already developing their own skills and personalities.
Leonardo: responsible and mature. He looks over his brothers and keeps them in line the best he can. The youngster enjoys helping his father clean and prepare food.
Raphael: all attitude. He teases his brothers and calls them names. Sometimes he takes Michelangelo's belongings, bringing tears to his dear brothers eyes. But in the end, Raphael loves his brothers as much as they love him.
Donatello: smart and intelligent. His father had managed to find some books for him to engross himself in a couple months ago. His thirst for knowledge was keen and doesn't stay satisfied for long. The more the better.
Michelangelo: he's the goofball of the four. His sensitive and vulnerable, also. He's an easy target for Raphael and his other brothers. But nothing can get rid of the smile on his face.
Splinter loves all of his sons dearly, and intends on making today enjoyable for them all.
"I'm up, I'm up." Splinter informs the boys as he sits up. Michelangelo stands next to him on the bed, still bouncing slightly. Leonardo is sitting a foot away from Michelangelo, with his legs under him and his hands on his knees; a sitting position that he will soon adopt. Raphael is standing up on the edge of the bed with folded arms and a scowl on his face. Donatello stands on the floor next to his father.
"Can we open presents now? Pleeease, Dad?!" Leonardo begs with excitement. It's not every day that you see the eldest beg, but it's also not every day that it's Christmas.
"Of course, my sons. Go divide your presents and I will be out shortly." The boys were out of the room faster than light could travel. While the turtles were out in the main room, Splinter gathered their surprise gifts.
All four of the turtle-tots had their presents in front of them. Each had two, plus a stocking full of candy. The boys never thought to ask where their father retrieved their presents from, though they sometimes did ponder on it. Truth was, the old rat would sneak into stores sometimes in the midst of the night, as swift and silent as the night air around him.
"Can we start unwrapping now?" Donatello asked as his bounced a bit from where he was sitting. "Yes, but you must take turns. This year we will start with the oldest and end with the youngest." With that said Leonardo begins unwrapping his first gift.
Leonardo removes the thin paper swiftly and neatly, that way it can be reused next year or for their birthdays. His first gift is a Totoro stuffed animal. Totoro is a fictional, Japanese character from a cartoon that Leonardo had grown to love. The fur on the toy was soft and Leonardo hugged the bear-owl-bunny mix to his face, nuzzling it happily. "Arigatōgozaimashita, chichi!"
Splinter smiles proudly at his son speaking Japanese. "You're welcome, Leonardo."
Raphael opens his present next. He rips the paper wildly, not caring about gracefulness.
"Graceful smashful, I don't care about neither." That's what Raphael always says.
Raph's first gift is a remote control Motorcycle. "Cool! Thanks dad!" He says as he begins to tear the toy out of its temporary home. Time to annoy my family.
Donatello receives a set of academic books. There's a math book, a science book, and a history book. On top is a small box of pencils and pens and a notebook. "Awesome, thank you." Donatello immediately begins his research.
"Me next! Me next!" Michelangelo chirps as he tears the paper ignorantly. His present is a box of Toy Story figures. The set includes Woody, Jesse, Buzz and Bullseye. Mikey immediately sets it on his father's lap, embracing his father in a grateful hug. "Thank you, daddy."
"You are very welcome, my son." Splinter opens the box for his youngest son so he can begin playing as soon as possible. Mikey jumps up and down I excitement.
Their second gifts are the same. A Rubik's cube for each child. Each has a different response to the foreign toy.
They all watch their father curiously as he jumbles the colors up, making it challenging. Then, he demonstrates how to complete the puzzle. The quadruplets all stare at their father in amazement as he finishes it, leaving it as perfect as it had been at the start. "The Rubik's cube is one of the most poplar puzzles in the world. Though complicated, it is still very entertaining. If you concentrate enough, you will complete it. Don't let this game be intimidating, try your hardest." Spoken with true wisdom. The turtle tots took their fathers words respectfully and held onto them as they attempted the mind bending puzzle.
Donatello solved it quickly. His quick thinking was very useful for this. It made his brothers quite mad, actually.
Leonardo wasn't so sure what to do with his. He set it on the ground front of him and stared it, his thoughts completely blank. Sure, he understood how the toy worked, he just didn't know where to begin.
Raphael's approach was a bit more violent and much less efficient. He twisted and turned the cube rapidly and gave yo quick. His way of giving up was throwing the toy against the wall. Luckily, it didn't break.
Michelangelo had a pretty good idea on how to fix his puzzle. He rushed to his room for a bottle of glue and began removing the colorful squares. From there, he glued them back on so they were all in the right place.
While he children were playing, Yoshi served up breakfast. A slice of bacon, two pancakes, and a pile of scrambled eggs were prepared and served to each family member. They all are in the main room and huddled around the TV to watch the Christmas parade in time square. Yoshi enjoyed seeing his sons so happy, with smiles on their faces and lights in their eyes. He could only hope that he would never loose them.
Yoshi embraced all of his sons in a "group hug", as Mikey liked to call it. "Merry Christmas, my sons."
"Merry Christmas!" The turtles echoed.