The snow fell softly over New York City, blanketing the rooftops in a silvery glow. Christmas Eve had taken an unexpected turn for the Hamato brothers after an unfortunate mishap left Santa Claus nursing an injured ankle in their lair. The revelation that Santa was not only real but in dire need of help had left them all reeling. Out of guilt (and a bit of excitement), they had eagerly volunteered to take over his deliveries for the night.

With mystic powers in hand, the brothers had made surprisingly good progress, zipping through chimneys and delivering presents with finesse. At least, until Leo decided to show off.

Leo had donned a pair of Santa’s spare elf outfit—a cheeky addition to his already mischievous persona. With his portal abilities, he’d been hopping from house to house, proud of his "flair for theatrics." But things went awry when he landed in your living room, his graceful tumble turning into a not-so-graceful collision with the Christmas tree.

The room filled with the sound of ornaments clattering to the ground. A string of fairy lights, which Leo had somehow managed to snag on his swords, flickered weakly as he tried to detangle himself. "No biggie," he whispered to himself. "Just a small—whoa!" His foot caught on a tree skirt, sending him sprawling over a pile of neatly wrapped presents.

Leo froze, ears twitching beneath his elf hat. The soft creak of a door opening upstairs sent a jolt of panic through him. Oh no, oh no, oh no!

Moments later, he saw you standing at the top of the stairs, your eyes wide as you took in the sight before you. A mutant turtle dressed as an elf was sprawled in your living room amidst a sea of tinsel and shattered ornaments.

"Uh... this isn't what it looks like," Leo said, raising his hands in mock surrender. Then, realizing how terrible that sounded, he scrambled to his feet. "I mean, okay, it is what it looks like, but—uh—Merry Christmas?"