(This is my first story - be kind! I fear that boredom brought on this story... oh well! Enjoy!)
For thousands of years Christmas has been thus,
that all ghosts are free from hassle and fuss.
However there is one spectre that's spared from this truce,
but there's a special reason that he's been cut loose.
For he is a being of immense power,
To which event the bravest ghoul would cower.
This creature fears not claws or Blaster's,
I am speaking, of course, of Mister Vlad masters.
He's genetics are splinched, half ghost half man,
He'll play a unique part in my Yule tide plan!
There is another, a half ghost be assured,young Daniel Fenton who's power is flawed.
He understands not all that he could be.
Which, in the long term will really help me.
Currently debating his parent's brain spans,
As they spend Christmas arguing over one jolly fat man.
"He excites! I tell you" Yelled Jack, the dad.
"No really he doesn't, your really quite mad!"
This came from his mother - Maddie by name
Who's beauty and skill brought her to fame
It had been this way for fifteen years,
so Danny yelled out almost in tears:
"I'm tired of Christmas, and turkey and morels
but most of all your yearly quarrels,
Last year, this year it's always the same,
And to be quite honest it's really a pain
I want you to stop this ridiculous fight!"
And with that he took of, into the night.
"Wait little bro!" Jaz called to the air
"Oh what's the point? He won't even care!"
"What's up with those guys, I just can't tell!
Merry Christmas, not likely –
more like welcome to hell!
To argue a Christmas should really be a crime,
Wait up one minute, why am I talking in rhyme!"
Finally the boy catches on
"Why can't you leave me alone I've done nothing wrong!
Who are you anyway, ghost writers in jail!"
With this little thought he began to turn pale.
"I don't want to rhyme, who's forcing me too?
If your not ghost writer, then who are you!"
"At last you're getting it Danny, my lad
I'm here to avenge my poor caged dad!"
'Dad?' he thought, he's mind in a twirl
"Hey you mean to tell me ghost writer has a girl?"
"Yes child, I'm all he's got!
Thanks to you he's in prison – being left to rot."
"It's not my fault, I won he lost!
He broke the truce, now he's paying the cost!"
"Liar!" I yelled, getting up from my chair
"What you did was unjust, unrighteous, UNFAIR!
He was punishing you for destroying his work!"
" Yeah well he went about it like a total jerk!"
I daggerish glare turned to a grin
"Well now you've caught on, master Fenton
fun can really begin!"