Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.
The Fenton children were at odds almost every day of the year. They hated and loved each other with all the sibling rivalry they could have. The younger bothered the older, and the older retaliated. Maturely, of course.
However, there were times of the year where they had shaky truces. For example, on each other's birthdays they refrained from bothering each other too much. Danny didn't prank Jazz on her birthday, and Jazz took Danny to the park on his.
Other times were the holidays. In particular, the ones where their grandparents came over for holiday dinners. Those were often dangerous, and they couldn't distract themselves by tormenting each other.
"It's gonna be Christmas in a few days," Danny said. Most children would say this full of childlike excitement and wonder, but he said it with dread.
Jazz sighed. Every year, Christmas was a horrible event for the Fenton children. Especially Danny, just look at how his first Christmas ended up like…
"It's only two days, little bro," she said. "Maybe this year the turkey won't come alive."
"Don't jinx it!"
She winced. "Sorry."
The two were currently sitting in Jazz's room, with Jazz sprawled glumly on the bed, reading a book, and Danny sprawled glumly on the floor, looking at his feet. Danny soon found the floor uncomfortable, and crawled on the bed. He ended up just sprawling over Jazz, but she didn't protest.
She found it interesting to watch her brother change so much on holidays. He was angrier and sadder, and with their parents arguing all the time, he sought out Jazz. He was still moody, but he didn't dare prank her, because then she probably wouldn't talk to him.
"Whatcha readin'?" he asked.
"Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship, by Goethe."
"Bleargh," he said, sticking his tongue out. "That sounds so boring."
"Johann Goethe was a famous writer in the Enlightenment Era," she defended. She knew he would never appreciate the classics, but at least he would learn something. "He wrote a lot of classics."
"Sam says classics are books that everyone knows about and no one reads." He had stayed in contact with his summer friend Sam, writing letters to each other and so forth.
Jazz opened her mouth to defend her precious classics, then closed it, realizing he was right on some points. She was the only one who seemed to like the classics, not even her parents read them.
"What do you want for Christmas, Jazzy?" Danny asked. "Don't say books, you have to many."
She laughed. "That's what I like, though!" She thought for a moment. "Just get me something that you'd think I'd like, I suppose."
Danny was silent for a bit, and she could feel him shift slightly on top her. "Okay!" He scrambled off her back, and landed on the floor with an 'oomph'.
He opened the door and ran off. He forgot to close the door, and her parent's shouts could be heard from downstairs. She sighed and closed the door. "The one time of the year they decide to argue," she muttered.
She was about to go back to her book, when she looked at her bookshelf. It was one of the main eye-grabbers in her room; books filled every shelf, and were piled on top and around it as well. She hummed thoughtfully to herself.
"What should I get Danny?" she said to herself.
That year's Christmas was similar to the others: Maddie and Jack fought, their grandparents awkwardly gathered around dinner, then fled once said dinner came alive. And, of course, the two Fenton children chased the new monster turkey down the street.
"Got it!" Jazz shouted as she successfully trapped the fleeing turkey in a ghost-proof net. It squirmed violently, and made a strange gurgling sound.
"Finally," Danny said, panting. "Let's go home."
They walked in silence for a bit, apart from the still gurgling turkey. Then, Jazz took out a neatly wrapped parcel from her large coat pocket.
"Here you go," she said.
Danny took the present, and looked at it for a moment. Then he stopped walking, and rummaged through his own large coat pocket. "I got one for you too," he said as he took out her present from his pocket. It was carelessly wrapped in newspaper, with an odd bulge in it that Jazz strongly suspected was an orange.
They unwrapped their gifts, Jazz chuckling when she found an orange in the newspaper along with her gift. It was a tradition that Danny picked up, to always wrap in a fruit along with the present.
Jazz's gift was a pack of gum, along with a pack of batteries. "It's one of those shock things," he said. "Look at the cover."
She looked at the cover, and it said, 'sure to fool even the smartest of your friends!' She laughed.
Danny's gift was a book. Not a classic, which relieved him. The cover said, The Dangerous Book for Boys, by Conn and Hal Iggulden. "It's like a field guide for boys who like adventure," Jazz said. "There's a lot of interesting things in it."
He skimmed through the contents, smiling. "Thanks, Jazz!"
The two siblings then walked back to their house, both in happier moods.
I got this idea from different Christmas's I've had with my G-Pa and my brother. My brother and I like giving gag gifts sometimes; I gave him a piano scarf and he gave me a hunter hat. It's really warm though; I like to wear it in the winter.
So, with this story: I'll pretty much be updating this on the spree, whenever I have the inspiration for a chapter. The time will be all over the place, from young to old, jumping around. This chapter's probably around with Danny's like...eleven or twelve. So Jazz is thirteen to fourteen.
I hope you enjoyed this one. It's short, but it has a lot of sibling bonding and fluff. Less pranking on Danny's part, less stuck up Jazz.
To conclude, if you have any critiques, don't hesitate to tell me! And if you think flames are critiques, go ahead and write those too.
Until next time.