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Alright, Christmas! 3-month-holiday-that's-really-only-supposed-to-be-one-month-but-just-lasts-really-long-so-it-actually-feels-like-3-months, here we go! Ok, so how this story works: a chapter a day about Danny's holiday woes ;) If you've got a character or idea you'd like to see, send it in and I'll do my best to add it in!

Summary: And now, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts and halfas, humans and pets, I present to you: 25 days of Danny Phantom Christmas! All those ooey-gooey ectoplasmic filled moments between Danny and-well, whoever else happens to be on the scene! You know what they say; a chapter a day keeps the Box Ghost away!

Disclaimer: Nah, I don't own Danny Phantom. BUT BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY I WISH I DID!

Chapter 1

December 1st

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

11:55

A boy sat huddled in the corner of a dark room, a blanket tightly wrapped around him as if it could protect him from the horrid evil that was about to occur. Black bangs hung in his eyes, though he didn't bother to do anything about it.

His window was bolted shut, and the blinds were pulled down to obscure any wandering eyes. The door was padlocked with seven locks (Sam's lucky number), each coated with a ghost-resistant-liquid his dad had created to prevent anyone-or anything-from going in or out.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

11:57

Bloodshot blue eyes stared at the clock, unblinking. His left eye started to twitch, the watering orb begging for relief. The temptation-but no! He could not blink, not when it was-he glanced at the clock-11:59!

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Time for any last second prayers or wishes that he knew would have no effect. It was inevitable, and no matter how powerful he was, even the Phantom couldn't stop this evil overlord from rising.

From the floor beneath him, he could hear his family happily hollering and cheering at the top of their lungs as they counted down to the disaster.

"Five, four, three, two, one-!"

And, above all the joyful yelling, a high pitched wail relayed the painful and sorrowful tidings of-

"-Christmas decorating," Danny growled, slamming his locker shut and stalking down the hallway of Casper high. The crowded hallways parted instantly as Danny passed by, mumbling and hissing and groaning, unconsciously releasing ghostly fear from his Phantom half. Not even Dash-I'm-not-afraid-of-nothin-bullying-extraordinaire tried to stop him, unknowingly flinching back from Danny's dark aura. Tucker and Sam glanced at each other with identical looks of exasperation before dragging their books with them and following the halfa to Mr. Lancer's class.

"Come on, Danny, it's not that bad," Sam tried, placing a hand on the ghostboys shoulder and grinning.

"Ya, Danny!" Tucker chimed in, clasping his hands together and looking to the ceiling with a dreamy expression, not noticing his books fall to the floor. "Just think! All those girls who'll want a boyfriend for the holidays to show off to their families-it's a prime opportunity!" He paused, his eyes following a black haired girl in a fancy dress, "Heeeeey, Rachelle-!"

Sam snorted when Danny stayed steadfast in ignoring her, determined to get through the day without saying another word about-

"AHHHH!" Danny screamed, dropping his books on the ground, blocking the entrance to Mr. Lancer's class having just opened the door.

Sam and Tucker instantly reacted, pulling out the Fenton thermos and gadgets respectively. They both moved forwards to cover Danny, giving him time to transform into his alter ego, but ended up running into his stiff back and falling to the floor in a heap.

"Dude, what gives?" Tucker groaned, yelping as Sam pushed him off her legs.

"Ya Danny, what is it? Is it Skulker, Freakshow, Plasmius?"

"No," Danny whispered, horrified, "it's worse."

Sam and Tucker exchanged another dubious look before standing up and peaking over Danny's shoulder.

It was like Christmas had a baby with cheap merchandise and spat it out in Lancer's classroom. Everything that you could possibly find to celebrate the season covered the room, from tacky elf curtains to the light up tree on Mr. Lancer's head.

Speaking of which, the teacher was dressed in a ridiculously oversized Santa suit, a bad of student papers slung over his shoulder, grinning like Christmas had come early. It sure seemed like it had (for the teacher...and everyone else decorating).

"MERRY CHRISTMAS DECORATING!" Lancer yelled, jumping up onto his desk, the clutter of Christmas knickknacks flying to the floor.

"Life hates me," Danny moaned, shoulder sagging.

The second the school bell rang, Danny shot out of the classroom, barley remembering to grab his bag before he burst out of the door. His feet skidded as he turned a corner, leaving skid marks in his wake. Panting heavily, he raised his head-the door was only a corridor away! And then Danny was off, sprinting faster than he had ever gone in his life, so close to freedom-

"Mr. Fenton, may I have a word?"

-and that hope crashed in a flaming ball of ectoplasm. Danny skidded to a halt, stumbling and tripping over his own feet. Shaking his head to clear the nausea, he slowly turned to face the teacher that dared hold him here on this hated day-

And gulped, standing upright and folding his hands. Principle Ishiyama raised an unimpressed eyebrow and gestured for the young halfa to follow her, which he did so reluctantly. He was led into the womens office, shutting the door behind them and facing the women already sitting in his chair.

"Er, so what was it you needed? Uh, ma'am"

"Don't worry, you're not in trouble, it's just-oh, a little thing. You remember your sister Jasmine, correct?"

Danny rolled his eyes, plopping into the chair with informality now that he knew he wasn't in trouble. "Uh, yeah? She goes to this school, is waiting for me outside with the car and, as you said, my sister."

"Oh, good!" The principle smiled, not picking up on Danny's sarcasm or, more likely, choosing to ignore it. "Well, as you know, she's been helping out with the children's shelter the last couple of years, and the retirement home the year before that, and the soup kitchen the year before that, and the-"

"Ok, ok, I get it," Danny held up his hands, an eyebrow raised and curiosity nagging at him. "But that still doesn't explain why you're talking to me?"

"Well, dear Jasmine is helping out with the homeless shelter this year, and the children really do love having a teenager visit-"

"Oh no," Danny said, catching on and folding his arms, "there is now way-"

"-all alone on Christmas eve, no family or food or toys-"

"-I'm way too busy! You've seen my grades, I'm barely passing class-!"

"-only wishing for a friend to play with them, and the Fenton family has always been so charitable. Is that so much to ask?"

So she was pulling out the pathetic act? Well, Danny was not going to fall for that!

"I don't want to do some stupid-"

"I'll cut off the rest of your detention from this month," Principle Ishiyama said, nonplussed.

Danny's face brightened and he shot to his feet, shooting a finger gun at the women and grinning. "You've got yourself a deal! Uh, ma'am."

"What?! But that means you can't hang out with us at the Nasty Burger Friday!" Tucker cried, falling to his knees and holding his heart in anguish. "Why, Danny? Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy..."

"Ya, why did you agree to help?" Sam asked, jutting her hip out and huffing impatiently when she didn't immediately get an answer. "You barely manage to keep up your grades, finish your homework, have a terrible social life, keep a secret identity, and catch all the ghosts! How are you going to make time for this?"

Danny rubbed the back of his neck, huffing as well. "I'll let you know when I figure it out myself. Anyways, its a nice thing to do! Why do you guys have a problem with it? Besides, he's canceling all my detentions for the rest of this month! And I really need that-do you know how many ghosts escaped last month because of Lancer's late passes?"

"27," both friends said in a monotonous voice, having heard that complaint many times already.

"And I'm only tardy because I have to stop ghosts on my way to school! And because of that, I get tardy passes, and because of that, I get detention, and because of that-"

"27 ghosts escaped last month," they both repeated, Tucker sighing and Sam rolling her eyes.

"And really, it's only one night a week! And I can probably slip away long enough if a ghost does pop up-" a wisp of blue smoke escaped his lips and Danny froze, both of his friends also noticing and stepping in front of him, 'exchanging project ideas.'

Danny used this shield to jump into a bush, whispering "Going ghost!" and transforming, twin glowing white rings expanding outwards from his body, one going up and the other down. Black hair turned white, blue eyes green, and a black HAZMAT suit with a flaming DP covered the ghostboys body.

Danny Phantom shot out of the bushes strait up to the sky, then zooming forwards and down the sidewalk, the culprit a few feet in front of him.

"BEWARE! I am the Box Ghost!"

Danny groaned, face palming as he stopped, floating in mid air. "Really? Don't you have anything better to do than bother shoppers with flimsy boxes?"

The Box Ghost paused, turning to face Danny with a confused expression, scratching his ear, "Well, no. But I will haunt this town all month! Instead of Christmas, it will be known as BEWARE the Box Ghost! I will save every box if it's the last thing I do!"

"Uh, sure?" Danny shrugged, eyeing the ghost with curiosity, not really in a hurry to put the ghost in the thermos and get back to-urgh-decorating. "Why aren't you *shivers* celebrating Christmas?"

"I HATE CHRISTMAS!" The ghost suddenly bellowed, his eyes turning a terrifying red and the boxes in near vicinity shivering. "All those careless humans, ripping apart my poor boxes-defenseless boxes, mind you!-and not giving a single thought what happens to them! My babies, all torn apart by selfish human greed and tossed aside like furry elephant whistles-"

"Ahhh, a man-er, ghost-after my own heart!" Danny beamed, patting the confused Box Ghost on the shoulder. "You and I could be the best of friends! We're both ghosts-ah, well, I'm a halfa-and we both hate Christmas! Unfortunately, you're terrorizing this city, so I'm forced to put you back in the Ghost Zone. Sorry."

The Box Ghost's eyes widened and he frantically darted away, screaming, "NO! Anywhere but there! Don't take me back, please-"

"Whoops!" Danny grinned, popping off the cap of the thermos and aiming it, "Guess my finger slipped."

"NOOOOO! I am the Box Ghost! BEWA-"

"What's so bad about the Ghost Zone, anyways? You've never had a problem with it before," Danny questioned, tapping his foot boredly in midair while the Box Ghost continued to resist the pull.

The ghost was almost all the way in now, his fingers barely gripping the rim and his eyes peaking over the edge. "BEWARE OF THE DECORA-"

And then he was gone, swallowed up by the blue light. Shrugging, Danny capped it and turned intangible, flying back to his house to put Box Ghost back in the Ghost Zone (he didn't really have anything better to do, and Sam and Tucker had both left early to finish homework when they realized it was only the Box Ghost).

Danny landed in the basement, becoming visible once again as he walked over to the Ghost Portal. From above him, he could hear faint voices ringing though the floor, the ground shaking in response to the explosive yells.

"He does exist!"

"No he doesn't! A man in a big red suit, flying! Going down chimneys all over the world and delivering presents to every boy and girl in the world in a day. It's not possible!"

"And so it begins," Danny muttered, a headache already forming in his temple. Ignoring the temptation to appear upstairs and scare the two of them into stopping, Danny Phantom focused on the portal, clutching the thermos securely.

"Aaaaand, here we go!" Danny finished typing the code and the Ghost Portal hummed to life, swirling green. "Now to get you back home."

Danny pointed the thermos at the portal and pressed the release button, as per usual, but nothing happened. He scratched his head, rapping on the outside of the thermos. "Uh, Box Ghost, you can go now."

"NO! I refuse to go back in there! They're all decor-"

Danny rolled his eyes floating into the portal and manually released him. By shaking the thermos. Really hard.

"NOOOOOO! I am the Box Ghost! I will not tolerate-" suddenly, he paused mid rant, flying off in the opposite direction he'd been facing.

"Ok, bye then!" Danny called, wiggling his fingers at the retreating figures back. "Huh, I wonder what-" Danny froze mid sentence as he took a look around the Ghost Zone.

The whole place looked distinctly opposite of what Danny usually saw. Everything was layered in Christmas decorations, bright, flashing lights covering every door and ghost. And every ghost was decorating, caroling, and looking cheery. The one place Danny thought he could escape Christmas, full of Christmas! It was more than the halfa could bare.

"NOOOOOO!"

A/N

That was a much longer chapter than I expected! Daaaaang. Don't expect the other chapters to be this long, I just got really into this one and had a few minutes of spare time :) hehe, so we started putting up decorations today...it was...interesting.

Reviews=input! Send in ideas, thoughts, whatever and I promise to add them in!

And, please welcome my new program, request-a-ghost! Send in what ghost you want to see in the next ch, and I'll add em in! Maybe ;)

BTW, I just finished watching the entire Danny Phantom series! I'm so proud of myself :)

Kisses!

Alyss