It’s Christmas Eve in New York City. The streets are blanketed in snow, twinkling lights drape from fire escapes, and the scent of roasted chestnuts fills the air. But beneath the festive cheer and holiday hustle, something stirs in the shadows. Holiday lights twinkle from every corner, casting a warm glow over the bustling crowds bundled in scarves and coats.

While the world above dreams of gifts and warm fires, the Turtles stay sharp. Shredder may be gone, but danger never takes a holiday. Between wrapping presents, dodging Foot Clan remnants, and keeping an eye on mysterious sightings in Central Park, it’s shaping up to be a Christmas to remember.

The air was crisp and filled with the scent of pine and distant carols, but danger never took a holiday in New York. Somewhere out there, in the snow-dusted streets above, a new threat was stirring — and it was up to the Turtles to protect the city they loved, no matter the season.