A Half Shell Christmas

Chapter 7: Santa's Mission

In New York City, people were still bustling on the street, staying true to the stereotype of 'the city that never sleeps'. Still, that never stopped a certain jolly old man. With a wink and a splash of Christmas magic, not a single person even thought to look up to the sky, where the only light visible from his sleigh was the light from Rudolph's nose.

Quickly, he parked his sleigh and reindeer on a nearby building, and got out of sleigh. "Front and center, elves." He said in a deep, delightful voice.

Hurriedly, four elves jumped out of the sleigh, looking up at their boss. One elf, the shortest, had short, dark brown, curly hair and pale blue eyes, and was watching Santa expectantly, her face completely straight. The one next to her was several centimeters taller, with more gentle, light curls at a medium length, multicolored brown eyes, and kind smile fixed on her lips. Next to her was a slightly smaller elf, the roots of her hair a chestnut brown, though the rest of her hair was blonde and extremely thick. Her eyes were a warm brown, and she flashed a bright smile. The final elf had a darker skin tone than the previous three, and was slightly shorter than the elf next to her. She had dark, thick hair that she tried to hide in a bun under a hat, and she also had a smile to offer, her dark brown eyes friendly and excited.

"Snowflake, Hearth, Jingles, Peace, I have special mission for you four." Santa began, his voice low and hearty. "There are several special mutants in the sewers that I have presents for, and I need you to deliver them.

"The turtles, right?" Jingles chirped excitedly.

"Oh, I've seen pictures of them on the nice list. Hamato Leonardo is so cute." Hearth cooed.

"He has a girlfriend." Snowflake stated in a flat tone.

"So does Mikey. Isn't that one you like?" Hearth teased in response.

"Shut up!" Snowflake squeaked, blushing.

"Enough, enough. Please, take their eight presents and stocking fillers to their tree. I trust the Christmas spirit will guide you to their home." Santa explained, handing each elf two presents to carry, and clipping a bag of stocking filler on Snowflake's back. "Good luck, girls. I'll meet up with you in 10 minutes." He decided, before hoisting himself back into the sleigh, and lashing his reigns. The 9 reindeer took off at once, and Santa flew into the sky, off on his own mission.

"Let's go, girls." Peace whispered, and they began leaping down the fire escape.

❄️ 🎅🏼 ❄️ 🎅🏼 ❄️

"In here, in here!" Jingles whispered to her group, and they ran into the lair, their small legs carrying them quickly across the floor.

"Snowflake, you got that bag of stocking filler?" Hearth asked.

"Yep!" She responded, leaping onto the pinball machine nimbly. Expertly, she began to empty candy and small nick-nacks into the various sockings.

"Peace, Jingles, you take the cookies and milk. I'll handle the presents." Hearth directed. Peace and Jingles instantly ditched their presents at the tree, taking off towards the platter of cookies.

Hearth rubbed her hands together, and began arranging the presents next to the small tree, from largest to smallest, when she heard a small noise. Then several more.

"Wakers!" Snowflake warned, before diving into one of the stockings. Peace and Jingles rushed underneath the couch, and Hearth threw herself under behind the wall of presents, praying to St. Nick that no one would check there.

Two figures peered out of the hallway, eyes glowing in the dark; one pair a florescent green, the other an icy blue.

"Did... You hear noises too?" Destiny's voice whispered from the shadows.

"Yeah, I did. Lots of tiny footsteps." Shelby's voice responded.

It was silent for a while, before Destiny spoke. "Do you think Master Splinter put all those presents there?"

"I have no idea."

Silence again, before Shelby broke it. "Do you think it's possible that Santa... Is real?"

"I want to believe."

"Me too."

After a few more moments of silence, the girls' eyes disappeared, and two doors clicked closed. Quickly, the elves made a dash for the exit, their mission done, and all the presents sat waiting, ready to be opened on Christmas morning.