Awww, Christmas! The most wonderful and magical time of the year. Even though I'm only fourteen, I can't help but feel all giddy like a child when I see the blinking red and green lights and the snowmen, the reindeers, Santa Claus and any other decorations that was displayed in the city of Amity Park. It just makes me feel all warm inside.

Danny, Sam, Tucker and I were walking along the mall, passing by last minutes shoppers, while Sam, being uncharacteristically cheerful, starts waving to everyone and greeting them. "Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays! Happy Hanukkah!" She said to anyone that would pass her. Then she walks up to Mikey and said. "Merry Christmas, Mikey."

"You?! Are being cheery?! IT’S A TRAP! IT’S A TRA-A-A-AP!" Mikey screamed as he runs away from Sam. "What’s with him?" She asked, confused.

"What’s with you?" Danny asked, angrily.

"Aw, perk up, Danny." Tucker said. "I know you’re in your annual holiday funk, but this is the one time of year Sam isn’t instantly dour."

"Have a kickin’ Kwanzaa!" Sam said, cheerfully, to an African American man, who was just passing by. "And the one time of the year--" Tucker said as he takes his red beret off and replaces it with an identical one with a mistletoe hanging from the top of it, Danny and I look up at it. A woman in a red sweater, red boots and a white skirt walks by, holding a dog kennel. "Hey there, Miss. How about spreading a little Christmas cheer?" Tucker asked her as he approaches her. Tucker closes his eyes and puckers up.

The woman, who looked annoyed at Tucker, turns her red-haired dog, that's in the kennel, and move the dog towards Tucker. The dog licks Tucker’s lips, suddenly closing an eye and raising his ears, opening his mouth with a sound of disgust. I chuckle at this as Tucker unpuckers his lips and said. "Mmm. You had liver for lunch."

I busted out laughing at this while my boyfriend was, apparently, not so cheery. "I HATE THE HOLIDAYS!" He shouts in anger. I turn to him confused and asked. "I don’t get it! How can anybody hate this time of year?" Tucker places a hand on my shoulder and said. "That’s right! You don’t know about The Fight." I raise an eyebrow and said. "The Fight?"

Tucker turns his head and points towards a pen of two reindeer with a line of people nearby. A sign on the pen reads Live Reindeer and another sign hanging in front of two crossed candy canes reads Meet Santa!, an arrow pointing to the left. "Santa Claus is a--ho-ho-hoax!" Mrs Fenton shouted as her and Mr Fenton were standing nearby the mall Santa. "Heretic! Santa’s real as real can be!" Mr Fenton shouted then he turns to the kids and pulls up his megaphone and continues. "Don’t listen to her, kids. Santa’s coming tonight in his sleigh full of goodies! Keep the ho-ho-hope alive!"

"Flying at that altitude? In the open? At that speed? He’d pass out! Or burn to a crisp from friction. It’s scientifically impossible!" Mrs Fenton shouted as I turn to give Tucker the seriously? look. Tucker nods as Danny speaks up. "If you need me, I’ll be in the Ghost Zone--getting rid of some frustration." He said as he holds up a red bag full of Christmas toys and decorations and leaves.

*DANNY'S POV*

"You better watch out!"

Zap. There goes the small Santa doll.

"You better not cry!"

Zap. There goes the purple glass ornament.

I let go of the bag as I said, anger rising in my chest. "Santa! No Santa! Santa! No Santa! Every year!" I lunge to grab the bag of goodies with both hands and toss it up, making the stream of Christmas-themed goodies fly out, including stockings, ornaments, wires of lights, gingerbread, the works. "And I’ve had it!" I shouted, angrily, as I throw a wave of ecto-beam at the decoration until one of them landed on a book that a guy was caring out of a building, which of course, the ecto-beam hit the decoration, destroying the book.

"Oops! Sorry, man! It was a total accident!" I said with regret. "Oops?" The Ghost said as he lifts his fist of shreds as paper rains down; he looks at his fist with fury. "Oops?! Do you know have any idea what you’ve done?!" He shouted with rage. "Well, not really, uh, hence the accident part." I said.

"You destroyed my greatest work! And that was my only copy!" The Ghost shouted, his fist shaking with rage. The ghost blinks as a non-blasted page falls in front of him, he looks at it until I grabbed it. "?" I read. I look up at him and asked. "I destroyed a Christmas poem?" Then I raised my hands in the air. "AWESOME!" I cheered.

"WHAT?!" The Ghost asked in shock. "Dude, I am sick of Christmas!" I said as I float up to the ghost, pointing a finger and holding the page in a bundle in the other. "I came to the Ghost Zone to get away from it! I might not have meant to destroy your stupid book, but that doesn’t mean I’m not okay with it." I said, smiling while my hand glows green with energy, crumbling the last page to shreds, then they fall out as I open my hand.

"Scornful child! Scrooge-like urchin!" The Ghost exclaimed. Then the ghost crouches down and jumps up, then he stands with a thicker, white aura, his hands out, his chin up, eyes closed, scarf blowing. He opens his closed eyes, they blaze a solid red. His white aura vanishes as he spins around in a purple whirlwind, many beams of white light emanate from it. "Aaaand, you are…?" I asked him.

The purple whirlwind with the beams of light. It begins to explode with stray bits of purple energy. The storm clears to reveal a donut-shaped cloud of pink-purple smoke around the ghost, who is spinning with his hands outstretched. As he spins, the donut of smoke turns into a circular keyboard with eight sections of keys and eight separate screens. When the formation of the keyboard is complete, he stops spinning but his scarf still blows.

"The Ghostwriter! Every word I type on this keyboard becomes real!" He said as he gestures towards his keyboard. "And since you destroyed my Christmas poem…You shall become my Christmas poem!" He said as his arms lean forward on the board with no screen in front. The keyboard glows with energy and a beam of surging pink ecto-energy reaches me. I cry out in pain as my body turns purple with the thick aura of ghostly energy, my hair frazzled. Then I disappear.

*3RD PERSON POV*

(A/N: italics is the Ghostwriter narrating and I know the rest of this episode was in rhyme but I'm not very good at rhyming so when I do the description I'll try to rhyme but I might not be able to do it, so please don't hate me. Dr Seuss, I am not, lol. Anyway enjoy!)

On the day before Christmas in Amity Park, almost all there were cheery--yet one soul was dark.

"Hey, that voice! It’s that ghost! Whose book I destroyed." Danny remarked. "Wait--" Danny looks down, his hands are out at his sides, he is within a red frame decorated by green leaves and purple skulls. The text below reads "I’m trapped in his poem? Now I’m really annoyed!" He exclaimed, eyes furrowed and angry.

Danny Fenton hates Christmas. He hates it a lot. Which is why I’ve inserted the boy in this plot. He’ll go through this tale--till the story is ended.

"But you can’t make me rhyme!" Danny said as he points at the ceiling while you, Tucker and Sam are walking along the mall without a care. A man in a green coat walks to Sam’s left, Sam turns and waves to him. "Hope your New Year is splendid!" She exclaims. Danny slaps himself in the face with all five of his fingers open, and peels it off, stretching his eyes and cheeks.

You will be quite surprised what I can and can’t do.

Danny was walking while his head looks up and in the opposite direction, still irked at Ghostwriter. In the store window is a mirror and a model with a necklace on it. Ghostwriter’s face appears in the mirror in a purple haze with a thick aura, Danny turns to look in it.

But I’ll leave you, your freedom, so I can teach you: When you lash out at others, there’s enmity earned. You’re stuck in this poem--till your lesson is learned.

Danny starts to look with regret as the mirror gets clouded with purple and swirls. Soon, it resumes to be a normal mirror, reflecting Danny’s face. Danny’s reflection sighs, his eyes turn left when he hears someone. "Who’re you talking to, Danny?"

Said Tucker, confused.

"Some annoying Ghostwriter." Danny said to you three. "We’re all being used! I blew up his story--"

No hint of remorse.

"--now he’s writing a new one, we’re trapped in by force!" Danny exclaimed.

But Tucker, (y/n) and Sam merely shrugged in confusion--completely convinced of my ghostly illusion.

Sam takes her left arm out of her pocket and points it to her head, twirling it in a gesture of Danny being crazy. Danny lowers his eyebrows in frustration. Then he turns around and walks off, you, Tucker and Sam follow closely behind. "Has he always been moody and glum in December?" You asked Tucker.

"A big, whiny Scrooge--long as I can remember. His very first Christmas when he was a baby, a bad first impression. No if, but, or maybe. His parents debated on Santa’s existence forgetting their son might have need of assistance. Caught up in their rift on that jolly old fellow, they didn’t see Danny’s White Christmas turn yellow. And the one four years later was clearly no winner. Still arguing Santa, they spoiled Christmas dinner. By spoiled, I should say brought the turkey to life! Serving blood and revenge with a fork and a knife." Tucker informed you. You frown as you look over at Danny, feeling pity for the poor guy.

Danny turns around as his mom speaks, preaching on how Santa is imaginary. "I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again! A sled cannot travel the globe at mach 10!" She shouts.

But Jack Fenton bellowed

"You’re wrong! Wrong, you hear!"

And just because this would annoy him the most, I decided to make every reindeer a ghost!

Four reindeer are suddenly lifted from the ground, glowing with green auras then three more reindeer. A young child in his yellow-and-red cap, both of his ears are covered by flaps. He looks up and points at the wonderful sight, shouting “Yay!", the reindeer flying at a height.

Near a magenta tree and a bunch of shoppers, three reindeer are seen suspended and glowing. They flash with black and white light, their skeletons visible. Then, after the flash, they turn into ghostly green reindeer, with spiky collars, fangs, and wide, red eyes. One reindeer, his teeth clenched, turns to the right roaring, his tongue out and flapping. The child lifts up both arms and screams in terror.

On Spooky,

On Specter

On Death Hoof

On Thrasher!

On Maimer,

And Vicious,

Blood Antlers,

And Slasher!

Danny runs and hides behind a large tree. "!"

Came his signature cry. And into the fray, Danny Phantom did fly.

A booth called is on the ground near two escalators, and a circle of sofas around a tree. Some of the shoppers are Casper High girls in red jackets. Suddenly, the ghostly reindeers come in as they fly off, a couple of bolts of ecto-energy land, the shoppers flee as Danny passes by in a flash.

Confronting the reindeer with--powers quite ghostly.

Danny is flying in hot pursuit, one arm out and one arm bent, alternating arms a few times to blast those reindeer that certainly aren’t any cute. In the window of a store named , with the S and C’s in cheese, lights and a cheese are marked Sale. The door opens and Lancer, in blue snow gear, walks out with a pungent cheese log in two hands, smiling happily, until a stray green shot causes a cheese explosion that coats him in drippy, melted cheese.

Protecting the last minute shoppers...well, mostly.

Lancer blinks, his arms still in place of where the cheese log once was, now it’s all on his face. Danny Phantom rushes past, and Lancer’s eyes turn to watch. Outside where a pretty trimmed tree is up, until the reindeer get ahead. The reindeer rush past it, not even knocking it down, Danny stops in behind the tree, grabbing a string of lights, the tree comes crashing down.

Danny swirls the lasso of lights, he tosses it over, where it chokes one of the ghostly creatures. It opens its mouth and shows its tongue, then closes its mouth growling and flying.

Danny smiles while holding the string, but he gets swept off his feet, swooping past, yelling out “Wha-ee!” The reindeer pull up with Danny in tow, then plow into three carolers, shoving them aside.

Danny was being dragged by the rope as the reindeer plunge into the Gift Wrap stand, where a girl and two boys were standing near. It’s raining wood shreds, and everyone is gone, smoke billows among the debris and threads. Danny pops up out of the pile of debris, displacing some spools, and a big red bow as a crown. Then the ghostly reindeer phase through the ceiling.

And the reindeer escaped, having torn up the mall. Leaving Danny, yes Danny, the blame for it all.

Angry protesting shoppers form in a line, The first one in red, with white gloves by the mouth, the second one in a green jacket, waving a fist all about. The third one a bald old man with a blue jacket, the fourth a teen in glasses, with black hair and a backpack. The fifth a brunette woman, pretty in her purple suit, the last a red-head in a yellow sweater, blue-eyed with a curvy snoot. Danny all scuffed up and still in the pile, as things get tossed at him, he stands still all the while. Things like a plastic cup, or a cookie and a hot dog, along with an apple as well.

But Danny’s grim yuletide was only beginning. And later that night, as his patience was thinning.

At the FentonWorks living room, Danny and Jazz sit on the sofa, Jazz was happy but Danny, with his arms crossed, was in a gloom. Maddie stands near the tree while Jasmine picks up a present and shakes it to her ear. Maddie looks down at the fireplace until Jack, in a Santa hat, appears. "See? A fat man can fit down the chimney! Here’s proof!" He said, cheerfully. "That still won’t explain how he gets on the roof!" Maddie growls and the two begin to glare at each other.

And young Fenton sat there, just steaming and fuming, his blood pressure rising, his anger consuming

Danny walks up to the window and puts his arms on the pane, with his cheeks in his hands. There, he sees a snowman outside with a broom, pipe and hat, it's face morphed into the Ghostwriter's. Danny's eyes narrows in anger at him. "I won’t keep this up!"

Danny said to the writer.

"There’s no poem if I’m silent!" Danny said with a smile as he turns his back to the window, arms folded across his chest. "Can’t you make dad not fight her?" Jazz asked with worry, making Danny scream in frustration.

You think this is over? This all doesn’t end till the lesson is done!

"And you think that I’ll learn it? You think you’re that tough?" He asked.

"He exists!" Jack screamed.

"No, he doesn’t!" Maddie said just as loud.

And Dan screamed--

"ENOUGH!" The Fentons stopped as they look at their angry son while the snowman, outside, reverts back to normal. "Can you please let this die?! You’ve ruined each Christmas! Each Christmas and I can’t take anymore of this war, am I clear?" Danny exclaimed as he walks over to the door. "Fourteen years is enough! I am so out of here!" He slams the door shut behind him as he walks out into the cold, dark night. "Hm, what got into him?" Maddie asked. "He takes after his mother." Jack said, smugly.

Jazz walks over to the window and watches her little brother walk out in the snow. "Can’t blame you for losing your cool, little brother. Go ahead, clear your head, and I think you’ll be fine." She mutters as Danny walks around the corner, transforms and flies away. But, suddenly, Four presents underneath the tree, two green cubes, one tall and blue, one short and yellow. They begin to radiate with a thick, white aura as they rise into the air, with the addition of a small white one. Jazz looks up, aghast, as she leans back with her hands on the cushion, and she gasps when the gifts rush up the chimney. She gasps, once more, and turns suddenly with her palms flat on the window, in time to see Danny flying over a rooftop. He passes the moon and the gifts not far behind. "But taking our presents is crossing the line!" Jazz mutters, angrily.

Danny flies streamlined near other houses, as the presents follow. Then Danny stops as the presents hit him in the back, taken by surprise. He yells out “ow!” and turns around as the presents fall down to the street. He looks down and gasps as presents rise from chimneys in 6 columns or more. He just watches from afar, the misdeed in progress. Then the boxes swirl around him. "Now you’re ripping off gifts? What is that supposed to do?" Danny asked the writer.

A: Make a huge scene,

And B: Blame it on you.

The people, below, raise their fists and complain incoherently, while some children and teens were crying miserably. Danny looks down nervously as the presents float past, he yells out in pain as he gets energy zapped. It’s a green beam, and his fists compress, Danny’s white hair is all spiky, he looks back down at the aggressors, which happens to be Jack and Maddie with guns, Maddie’s is smoking. "You’ve ruined our night!" She exclaimed. "Drink some anti-ghost tonic!" Jack shouted as he fires his weapon.

A hole, in Danny's ghostly form, opens so the beam passes through his mouth space harmlessly, when the beam’s gone, it goes back to normal. "Wait, I ruined their night? How’s that for ironic?" Danny asked, shrugging. Then he takes off, passing by the moon, which has the Ghostwriter's face.

So Danny did soar through the crisp evening--

"Look! What’s a guy gotta do to get out of this book?" Danny asked.

And then Danny thought--

"Wait, my problem is clear! This poem’s about Christmas--" Danny muttered as he flies off once more. "...which is here, here, and here! This curse will stay on me from my town to Rome, but he can’t Christmas me in a non-Christmas home!" He said as he heads over to Sam's house. He lands around the corner and turns human. He runs up to Sam's house only to see you standing next to Sam, comforting her. "(Y/N)! Sam!"

Danny said.

"Oh, for crying out loud!" Danny said, exasperated. "I know, can’t you see we’re all under a cloud? Every present we have, in the chimney! Up through it! That might work for you, but that’s not how we do it." Sam said, a hint of anger in her voice.

And (y/n) and Sam saw sad faces on Mom, Dad and Granny. So I typed on my keyboard--that the blame was on Danny…

"You! YOU DID THIS?!" You shout, angrily, at Danny. "Are you out of your mind?!" He asked, just as angry, while Sam glares at him, her hands on her hips. "You’re the holiday Scrooge. Do you think that I’m blind?" You said.