Disclaimer: Oh, honestly people. Do I really have to do this?

Now, I am assuming all of you reading this are rather smart people. Smart enough to know that a snowy day plus dancing around in your embarrassing pajamas plus an open window, probably isn't the best idea. But Sam Manson chose to learn that the, well, interesting way.

Bing Bing Bing Bing

"Damn alarms"

As Sam Manson woke up to the tedious ring of her alarm, as no sane human does on winter break, she swung her arm over her in an attempt to, well, gracefully, turn it off. But graceful it was not. Instead of hitting the alarm, she hit her bedside table, which caused her to yelp in pain and fall out of bed.

"Jeeze. Who ever invented mornings should be spit on, if not already dead." She mumbled while walking over to her radio and turning it on.

"And welcome to another beautiful day in Amity Park" the voice on the radio chimed all too happily "With a newly fallen snow on the ground, I certainly have what I want for Christmas. But what does Mariah Carey want? You!"

I don't want a lot for Christmas
There is just one thing I need
I don't care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree

Bopping around getting her clothes, Sam started to think about a certain someone. Whose name was Danny. She had had a crush on him for about 2 years now, since they were 14. If only she could get him for Christmas, then she'd be happy.

I don't need to hang my stocking
There upon the fireplace
Santa Claus won't make me happy
With a toy on Christmas day

Danny Fenton woke up to the well, irritating, sounds of Mariah Carey.

Sam would never listen to this stuff. It would probably make her gag. Danny thought while getting up to get clothes. Jeeze. I'm thinking about her again. How long has it been now? 2 years? If I could tell her I liked it, it would possibly be just like Heaven. Shit, Just Like Heaven. I need to pick that up from Sam's.

He then showered, got dressed, and decided to fly over to Sam's house.

I won't ask for much this Christmas
I won't even wish for snow
And I, I just wanna keep on waiting
Underneath the mistletoe

Without even realizing it, Sam started to dance around her room, doing a little dance that most people would not know how to name. It was a strange little cross between the pogo, a-butt-hand-shaky-wavy thing, and a gentle form of the type of head moves that you would see at Head Banger's Ball (N/A: my friend Shane and I have officially named it The Spaz, but it's rather fun to describe)

"I won't make a list and send it
To the North Pole for St. Nick
I won't even stay awake
To hear those magic reindeer click"

She began to sing along. All while still in pajamas that would make a 10 year old embarrassed to be seen in.

"Ahem." A voice from behind Sam said.

"DANNY!" Sam screamed while turning around "How long have you been there?"

"Eh. Long enough to see that when you shake your butt, you look funny." He said with a laugh, which in the end received a light slap from Sam.

"Actually, I came here to get my movie back. I left it here on Saturday. Can I go get it?"

"Sure. Just, knock next time." Sam said while looking ever so discreetly at her butt in her full length mirror.

Wow, Danny thought as he went over to Sam's dresser to get his movie, Sam looked really cute dancing like that

All the lights are shining
So brightly everywhere
And the sound of childrens'
Laughter fills the air

Jeeze, I fight ghosts for a living, and I can't even work up the nerve to ask a girl to dance. Does that mean I'm mental? I mean, fighting ghosts is pretty scary, but if I can't even ask a girl to-

"Uhm, Danny? Would you like to dance?" Sam asked shyly.

"Yeah!...I mean, uh, yeah, sure" Danny replied

And everyone is singing
I hear those sleigh bells ringing
Santa won't you bring me
The one I really need
Won't you please bring my baby to me, quickly

"Uhm, Danny?"

"Yeah Sam?"

"You know, in order to dance, we, uh, kinda' can't be five feet apart from each other." She said with a slight smile.

"Oh, yeah, uhm, right." He said putting his arms at her waist while she put his around his neck.

I don't want a lot for Christmas
This is all I'm asking for
I just wanna see my baby
Standing right outside my door

"Danny?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"No problem, Sam. No problem at all." and with that he leant down and kissed her.

I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby, all I want for Christmas is you

"Merry Christmas, Danny."

"Merry it is." he joked, kissing her again.

It was rather bad, yes, but do forgive me, I am sick, but I had to finish it.

And yes, I am aware that it is not Christmas, hell, but I heard the song.

Review, please. It would be nice.

Ellie.