Hello readers! I know you are all anxiously awaiting story updates, but this little tidbit is dedicated to one of my best friends Dragonblooded. I normally do drawings on card stock and frame them for people for Christmas, but since we're internet friends, this is the next best thing I can think of. Merry Christmas!

Christmas with the turtles was a work in progress, to say the least. Master Splinter hadn't been a Christian before he was mutated, so he didn't feel the need to teach his sons about the popular holiday.

All of that changed when they had their first Christmas with the O'Neil family. They loosely considered themselves Roman Catholics, but were nevertheless very cheery and extravagant with holidays, especially Christmas.

So now, the lair was being bedecked with every Christmas decoration April could think of. She had already hauled down a real tree, not one of those cheap fake ones, and strung strings of popcorn, tinsel, and lights around it, as well as placing classic peppermint candy canes, shiny silver, red, and green ornaments on the tree with a star on top. It couldn't be Christmas without a tree. She had even managed to set up a secret Santa game. Everyone drew names out of a hat, and they would get a present for whoever's name they drew.

Now April was perched precariously on a not-so steady ladder, diligently hanging red and gold ribbon from the ceiling, periodically placing clumps of holly and mistletoe amidst the streamers. Everything was really coming along. With any luck, this Christmas would be a success.

"Hey April! What are you doing?" Donnie's perky voice startled her from someqhere behind her. Much to her dismay, she toppled forward, off of the ladder. Before she could so much as scream, she was caught in a strong pair of green arms.

Hesitantly, she looked up at him. "Gotcha!" He smiled his usual gap-toothed smile, but April's attention was focused on a small plant above their heads.

Donnie noticed her gaze and glanced upward. "What are those leaves?" he inquired, slightly less cheery.

With a gulp, she answered simply "Mistletoe."

" What's it for?" Why does Donnie have to be so curious? She thought to herself. It would be so easy to lie, and say it was only for decoration, like holly was, but she couldn't bring herself to lie to those innocent, trusting chestnut-colored eyes.

"For kissing." His jaw dropped and his forehead furrowed in confusion. She cleared her throat a little awkwardly, and explained, "It's a Christmas tradition, that if any two people are under the mistletoe at the same time, they're supposed to kiss."

Donnie virtually whimpered. "What about Cas-" she shook her head and cut him off.

"We broke up a few days ago. I caught him kissing another girl, without any mistletoe in sight ."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be." She told him.

"Do we're supposed to...?" Donnie trailed off shyly.

"Yeah, it wouldn't be very festive if we broke tradition." She mumbled embarrassedly.

They leaned together painfully slow, and the kiss itself was nothing more than a rough-ish bump of lips, but they both felt something there: a spark.

Donnie swooned, and almost dropped April, but decided then that he rather liked mistletoe, and began to scheme about getting under it with April again.

YAY! Fluffy Christmas one shot done, and no matter how much you plead; it's staying a one shot. I don't have enough time to take this on as a story. You can, however, feel free to tell me what you think of this in the reviews. Anyways, happy holidays everyone!