Danny went back home, to his complete, total glee.
From that strange Milliways bar, he was finally free.
Reunited with his friends and family, he seemed to be set,
Except for the bar: back was where he could not get.
In a few short weeks, the holiday season came ‘round,
And a new enemy Danny Phantom found,
This Christmas, finally, he’d learn a lesson quite huge,
And that was that he shouldn’t be Danny the Scrooge.
It started as usual with the same Christmas banter,
Then Maddie and Jack started in on the existence of Santa.
It was the same-old thing, year in and year out,
Every Christmas there'd been, hence why it made Danny pout.
On his first Christmas, which should have been filled with holiday glee,
His parents argued the whole time as they chose their fir tree.
So busy with: “Santa’s real!” “No, he isn’t!” like dueling banjoes or fiddles,
His parents couldn’t stop it when a mutt came near Danny’s baby carrier and piddled.
Later on, when he was four, the fight continued during Christmas dinner,
And this Christmas fight left Danny feeling like quite the winner,
As Maddie and Jack bickered about the existence of Old St. Nick,
Their turkey dinner mutated and attacked (thank goodness sister Jaz’s thinking was quick).
So this is why his foul mood he did use to drag his best friends Sam and Tuck down,
Making their holidays unpleasant, too, making them frown.
“Bah!” said the scrooge, “Bah, Humbug!” he said,
“I hate this stupid holiday, and the lights, green and red!”
“I hate all the trees, the candles, and all of the cheer!
I hate the tinsel, the toys, the weather at this time of year!
I hate all of it, and Santa, and family togetherness, too,
Keep your stupid Christmas and Hanukkah, and just stuff it, you two!”
So, to the Ghost Zone he went, to let out his frustrations,
On a bag of ornaments and shiny Christmas decorations.
It was there that he made a very grave mistake,
A very grave, horrible, error he did make.
A powerful ghost came out of his house, after enjoying his cider,
With his life’s work, a Christmas poem--you see he was a Writer.
Danny destroyed the poem--and it’s true it was an accident--
But he showed no sign of remorse, and because of that, he was to be forced to repent.
The Ghost Writer wove Danny into a nefarious tale,
Making ghosts frame him for crimes that should have landed him in jail.
As evil trees, killer toys, and grotesque reindeer went in for the kill,
Danny Phantom fought them all off with all of his half-ghostly skill.
The problem was that he left Christmas all in tatters,
The presents, the toys, all were destroyed, and it mattered.
With Christmas left in ruins, this year it couldn’t be the same,
And poor Danny Phantom was left all to blame.
The worst of all, the thing that ruined Danny’s already bad time,
Was the fact that everything seemed to
happen in rhyme.
His, and his friends’, and his family’s speech,
Was all corrupted, all changed, by this Ghost Writer leech.
But only Danny knows it, only Danny can hear,
And it will remain so until he gains some much-need Yule Cheer.
So here he is, back again after a short time--he’s come rather far,
Though a few weeks have passed for him, faster than the rest of the bar.
"Dangit!" he said aloud as he came through the Door in frustration.
Then he seemed to pause, with extreme hesitation.
For a moment, he seemed quite frozen in time.
Then he squared off his shoulders and yelled: "Even
here's stuck in rhyme!"
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