I do not own the TMNT, but if the folks who do are very nice I might get them for Christmas.

Christmas Morning

Michelangelo ran into Kit's room, a veritable ball of energy. "KIT! Wake u-…oh, you're already awake." He looked somewhat deflated at this discovery.

Kit looked up at him, smiling as she placed a bookmark in her bible and set it on her nightstand. "Yeah, I'm always awake before you so; go figure."

"Right, yeah, duh…" Mikey smiled again and gently thudded his palm against his forehead.

"Mike?" Kit asked.

Mikey uncovered his face, "Yeah?" He was suddenly tackled to the floor with Kit crouched on his chest.

"IT'S CHRISTMAS!" Kit announced. Mikey's own face exploded into his signature grin before Kit jumped off of him and ran out of the room caroling "Trim the tree with Donatello!"

Mikey giggled before chasing after her. "Fa-la-la-la- WHOO HOO!"

In the main lair Donnie flinched when he heard the carolers. To be honest he kind of hated that song, it always gave him a weird image of being used to decorate the lair...Christmas could use a little more purple though…

With that sleepy thought Donnie lifted his mug of coffee to his lips for a sip, only to find his hand suddenly unoccupied. He glanced down at his hand, fingers twitching in confusion. I must be more tired than I thought. Donnie told himself blearily. He'd gone to bed at a semi-reasonable hour the previous night, intending to enjoy the morning with his family, but his body clearly wasn't ready for wise decisions in sleeping patterns.

With a flash of green and orange his hand was suddenly holding another mug; this one sported a lid of whip cream with a sprinkling of nutmeg and chocolate shavings. After sipping experimentally Donnie discovered Mikey's "famous" hot chocolate. Oh well…caffeine is caffeine. With a shrug Donnie started towards the monitoring area to watch the lights blink on the Christmas tree, absently humming jingle bells as he went.

Master Splinter and Leonardo each smiled peacefully as they moved through the graceful pace of tai chi. Student and Master moved in perfect sync as the old CD player accented the air with some light music. Their breathing and movements were in perfect control as they closed their eyes, yet remained focused to the calm air within the dojo. They continued their smooth, well-practiced movements as the music slowed and quieted.

There came a click and the CD whirred. When the music began again seasonal bells softly tinkled through the air, causing both mutants to smile wider as a stealthy figure slipped out of the room.

Raphael, as always, was the last to awaken as he stumbled through the lair undressed and rubbing at his eyes, looking more like a sleepy toddler than a one hundred and seventy some-odd pound warrior.

He peeked into the kitchen, guided by his nose, and saw Mikey busily multi-tasking as he prepared breakfast, dressed the turkey and chopped the vegetables for dinner. Raph had a vague and sleepy recollection of Kit having volunteered to help cook and started to wonder where she was when something fluffy landed on his head.

Slowly Raph lifted a hand and grabbed the offending object off of his head. When he held it where he could see it Raph recognized the Santa hat that had been with his family since before he could remember. Despite being so old and somehow surviving the destruction of two lairs the thing still looked clean and new.

With a shrug Raph replaced the hat on his head. It was Christmas after all.

He turned and headed back to his room for his things, a gentle rumbling that could either be described as a hum or a growl emanated from his throat.

Kit swung into the kitchen where Mikey was snickered. "Mischief managed!" She announced.

Mikey nodded. "And count on Raphie to start humming such a grinchy tune." He noted.

Confusion flattened one of Kit's ears. "I couldn't place it, what did he hum?"

After shoving a bowl into Kit's hands and making it clear she should start beating the eggs Mikey explained, "It was that one Casey gave him. Christmas at Ground Zero or something."

"Of course." Kit smirked and rolled her eyes as she started stirring the whisk.

Um, I do not own any of the songs mentioned. Mikey is on Kitchen Duty for ditching the family last year. (The Christmas episode from the 2003 series.)