This was fun, and took sooo long to do! It's Ghostwriter's past, told by him, while helping Jazz one Christmas Eve. Catch? It ALL ryhmes! Agh! lol, hope y'all like it. . .

Disclaimer:I DO NOT own Danny Phantom, nor any characters in this fanfic poem thng. They belong to Mr. Butch Hartman. I DO own this fanfic/poem, and the plot and such. No touchy. . .

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Christmas in the Fenton household and one child was sad
Though not the one you think, not the last pawn I had
T'was not the Ghost Boy, whom we all know
But his sister, inside, no holiday spirit aglow

Now, for those who know me, knew that wouldn't do
So I did to her as the latter knew
With the wink of an eye and the flick of my wrist
My key board illuminating a nightly abyss
His sister taken to this poet's light
Till later on Christmas time struck midnight

She glanced about, feeling an odd sensation
As her family carried on with their holiday celebration
She spoke her words and to her fright
Every word ryhmed, and all through the night
Not one soul took notice, thought she was mad

Of course, that was only part of the fun I had. . .

"Danny, please, don't you see?" Jazz said in scare, "It's what you had told me, it's The Ghostwriter, we must beware!"

But Danny ignored her and picked up a gift, placing it in her hands, hoping her heart would lift,
"Don't worry about it Jazz," Danny smiled and grinned, "Don't be a spazz," he added, good humor tinged.

The girl was upset, knew not what to do, recalling her story of what the Ghost Boy would do.
Danny, he said Ghostwriter couldn't find orange's rhyme, so I must do the same to him this time!

A smiled spread across my face as the young girl picked up from silk lace,
A spherical object that was rather round,
And this poet will leave it to the reader's grounds
What this sunset-tinged fruit's name is defined
She looked about in much anger, maybe her brother had lied?
But what would the point be, something had to be wrong

Jazmine shook her head, this night would be long
Her mother and father bickered and fought
And Danny sat and on the phone talked,
Jasmine felt very little hope
This curse would end with downhill slope

Her brother had said his scrooge-like persona had inspired me
So the young girl went over her memory
Of the night before and such recent things
To see if anything a bell would ring

Over the weeks she'd been quite sad
Feeling neglected by what the ghosts had,
Her parents, her brother, so wrapped up in spirits
She felt quite clear that it's
About time for her spot in the sun
She needed help, and I was someone

Young Jazz left the room, trailed down the stairs
To the Fenton household lab to loose all her cares
It was, after all, the ghosts' fault this was taking place
So she glanced at a mirror and in horror saw my face

"So you're the one!" Jazz shouted with anger, "Get out of here, you're just a stranger who has no purpose but to ruin my life and fill everyone with hate and strife!"

With a grin and a laugh I adjusted my glasses, and the girl watching me with anger in masses, "My child, you see, it's the same as last time, I wish you to be perfectly fine, on Christmas day, for it's something to rejoice! Release your fears and find your voice!"

She grabbed the glass and it shattered to bits
But I was not stunned by the angered hit
I simply apeared before this young girl
Prepared to reveal to her a whole new world,

"My dear!" I protested in the kindest of manners, "You have no idea of what us ghost fear. You assume we are happy and enjoy the attention, have you once thought of the point of this intervention?"

Jassmine, she just turned about.
Facing her back to my shout,
But I was determined to aid this young one
And show her that all ghosts were not to be shunned.

In the gentlest way I took her arm and transported us and to her alarm
We were in Ghost Zone to show her there
Each ghost has something to care
She glanced about and clutched my hand tight, ignoring the subject of our recent fight
I smiled at her, knowingly
Recalling a face that had once shown me
The true spirit of Christmas
And later you shall find out why I miss this
Face so familiar

I lead her out to a door
She was shocked, for there was no floor
Just miles upon miles of Ghost Zone air
I held her close and she did so back, and I flashed to a moment of my own past. . .

It was December so many years back
Before I was ghost, and a human side was lacked
I traveled the world with so many wonders
Amazed at humans and thier obvious blunders

Back then I had a full family
How I miss those beautilful three,
My wife, a boy, and a baby girl
The Good Lord knows they were my world

One night, so cold, so full of rain
The search team looked for days in vain
For a woman, child, and baby,
And I prayed, maybe, just maybe. . .

But no, never found. My heart was broken
A shattered soul left as my token
My heart ached for days and years
Till I wept the last of my tears

I became an explorer, and left my life
A single man with no wife
No happiness to shroud me, no home to return
So I went and taught lessons to be learned

And, my friends, that's led me here
At Christmas time each and every year
Teaching the morals to who are close
Human, angelic, mortal or ghost

Back in the present the young girl was still frightened,
The grip on my hand of firm and tightend,
"That's you're full past? So that's what you've been through?" The young girl asked, a smile anew.
A smile I saw on my dear little girl, on my son, and my first and only wife

I nodded slowly and recalled those last years
Holding back several tears
I adjusted my glasses so she wouldn't see
But to her reaction she was set free

She reached up and embraced me in arms
So simular to my children's charms
She pulled back and smiled so soft
Her eyes showing gleamed spirit aloft

And then I knew my job was done,
"I have so many, and you have none." Jazz said to me in a sad tone, "I don't know what I'd do with no one."

I nodded slowly and placed a hand on her back
As I returned her to Danny, Maddie and Jack
My eyes still misty, but heart full of joy
For this sister of the Ghost Boy
Was now pure and understood
What was right and what she should
Do in the furutre times

But as I bid her a fond farewell, my mind over ran what she had said
I don't know what I'd do with no one, ran through my head,
And a smile spread across my face.
I glanced up towards space and knew on Christmas this day, I was not alone
And I placed my hands in my pockets, fishing out a gold metal locket

Glancing at a portrait of four
Knowing someday they'd be apart no more
I glanced towards the sky and muttered a prayer
Please watch them, my Father, someday. . .I'll be there. . .