This is more or less set in the 2003 version; but you can still imagine whatever version you prefer :)
I DON'T OWN TMNT!
Enjoy! :D
Stockings
Christmas Eve. If Splinter could describe the lair in one word it would be; peaceful.
Surprising? Yes very. The lair has never been peaceful; in fact it was usually the opposite. The only time the rat could remember their home being peaceful was when the turtles were very young and would sleep. Then, even them sleeping wasn't peaceful when Raphael started his famous 'army of chainsaw's snoring. The others soon followed suit as each contained their own pacific snore.
But this very moment, this moment right here; was peaceful. The turtles had just gone to bed and probably were just at the brink of falling asleep but still hadn't.
Splinter sighed; he had to live this moment while he could. These types of moments never lasted long; ever.
A sudden snort sounded from one of the bedrooms; Splinter's ears twitched, but he kept his eyes closed and tried to continue meditating. One of the bedroom doors full open and a turtle rushed downstairs. Master Splinter didn't even have to like up to know that it was Michelangelo.
He sighed and stood up out of lotus position; he walked to the room Michelangelo was now in.
"What is the trouble my son?" Mikey didn't answer right away; he finished what he was doing before turning and smiling at his Father.
"Sorry, Sensei, but we forgot to hang the stockings." Mikey moved to show his Master that he had done the task.
Splinter smiled and gave a small chuckle. He's son's rashness and panic was because of some simple color patterned socks.
Michelangelo bowed to his Sensei and headed off back to bed. "Good night Master Splinter."
Splinter nodded approvingly; before sitting back into lotus position and closing his eyes.
"Peace is not a word that will ever be known to this house" He laughed silently to himself as the snoring had begun.