Luiz4200's basic idea. Go thank him.

Okay, this one is a Christmas special.

Snow drifted lazily to the ground in small Amity Park. Outside, small children were building snowmen in the park. In one corner of the park, however…

"Gotcha!" A female voice rang.

Jake, Tori, and Matt were in the middle of a fierce snowball fight. School had been closed for the holidays and the three were determined have as much fun as possible. They were all dressed in their winter gear. Jake was wearing a black (of course) coat that had dark green trim. Tori had her red coat with black trim as well as a black hat. Matt was sporting a dark green coat as well as a dark blue and white scarf. Anyways, back to the snowball war.

A moment later, Tori was nailed in the back of her head with a snowball, she whipped around to see Jake grinning like mad.

"Oh, you're in for it!" She shouted, making another snowball and running after her friend, who was laughing like mad. She launched it and it hit him in the back of the head.

Jake laughed harder as he rolled up a snowball of his own. He launched it at Tori, but she dodged and it hit Matt instead.

"Hey!" The dark-skinned boy protested.

Suddenly, all three got an evil glint in their eyes. Slowly, they ducked down to pick up snowballs, then, keeping an eye on each other, they rose back up and wound up their arms, ready for a three-way snowball smash. However, they were interrupted as they were all nailed with snowballs from a different direction. Al three turned and shut their eyes against the oncoming snow bullets.

"We're under fire from foreign forces!" Jake yelled to his two best friends.

"Time to take evasive action!" Matt yelled.

"Attack plan B!" Tori added.

They all ran almost blindly behind a large tree and tried to gather as many snowballs as possible.

"On the count of three." Jake ordered. "One…two…three!"

The trio flew from behind the tree and tossed the balls in the general direction of the previous onslaught. Although, they froze after the first few snowballs.

"Mom…Dad…" The pale-skinned boy choked out upon seeing not only his parents there, but Tori's Mom and Matt's Dad as well. They were all bursting from laughter. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Well, we were here to tell you kids that it was time to go home…" Danny started.

"But this sounded like a lot more fun." Sam finished.

"Besides, I think it's been a while since we had a good snowball fight." Tucker added with a grin spread across his face.

Valerie chuckled as well. "Plus, you three needed a good beating."

"Anyways, it's time to go home. Christmas is tomorrow, after all." Danny announced.

The three ran to their parents. Then, they all headed home.

"Hey, Dad?" Jake questioned.

"Yeah, son?" Danny responded.

"What was your first Christmas with ghost powers like?" Jake was interested in this topic now because he had, only a few months ago, acquired ghost powers. So, this would be his first Christmas with ghost powers as well.

"Why so interested all of a sudden?" The father questioned. His son usually didn't want to talk about ghost powers and stuff.

"Just curious." The boy replied innocently.

"Jake, I've used that look enough times to know that it just means that whoever's using it is trying to hide their real reasons." Danny stated.

His son's innocent expression faltered. Seeing this, Danny's smirk grew more prominent.

"Tell you what, since it's almost Christmas, I'll let it slide." The man allowed.

The younger half-ghost sighed in relief. Danny shook his head at his son's antics.

"Well, on my first Christmas with ghost powers, I didn't like Christmas too much, so I went to go blow off some steam in the Ghost Zone. Unfortunately, I accidentally hit this ghost writer's book. So, he decided to suck me into the book. Long story short, I was forced to rhyme until I learned the true meaning of Christmas." Danny reminisced.

"Oh." Jake uttered, hoping that something like that wouldn't happen to him.

That little word perked Danny's suspicions, but he promised that he'd let it slide.

"I'm going to go to my room now. I…forgot to wrap a few things." Jake excused.

The boy disappeared up the stairs. The father carefully stared after him. "He never forgets to wrap anything." He muttered to himself.

Jake had just entered his room when a knock sounded.

"Jake, Mom wants us to help make food for tomorrow when we go celebrate at Grandma and Grandpa's house." Abby declared.

"Coming!" Jake nearly groaned.

Reluctantly, the boy opened his door. Jake trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Great, you're here." His Mom buzzed. "I could really use some help. Can you start making the cookie dough?"

Jake went over to where the bowl and ingredients were. He began pouring the mix in.

"Hey, Mom, why are you so hyped up? I mean, the last time you got like this was…Oh, no." Jake realized.

Sam sighed. "Unfortunately, Grandma and Grandpa Manson decided to join us for Christmas this year."

"They're flying in from California? But they never come here for anything! They don't even celebrate Christmas!" Jake exclaimed.

"I know, but I expect you and your sister to be on your best behavior. That means no sticking your fingers in the cake." Sam ordered.

"I was six!" Protested Jake.

"Still. They haven't seen you in eight years."

"Wow. I can't wait until they see Goth me. Then they won't visit for another eight years. Maybe more."

The woman smirked and ruffled her son's hair. "You are definitely my son."

Christmas morning moved all too fast for Jake. Before he knew it, he was in the car, riding to his Grandparents' (on his Dad's side) house. It was only a few blocks away, but it was too cold to fly and they wouldn't be able to carry all of the gifts.

"I still don't get why Grandma and Grandpa Manson are coming." Jake pouted. "They don't celebrate Christmas, they don't like Grandma and Grandpa Fenton, they don't appreciate Goths, and ghost powers are out of the question."

"Jake, they want to clear the water. They thought that they could start by visiting and decided that coming over for a holiday they don't even celebrate would be a good way to show that they still care." Sam explained for the millionth time.

"Is Aunt Dani going to be there?" Jake pestered.

"Yes."

"Then maybe I'll live."

Sam rolled her eyes. She had noticed how there had been a bond formed between Jake and his Aunt Danielle. A bond of trust. It seemed like the same kind of bond that she, Danny, and Tucker had shared…and still did, even though everyone knew that Danny was also Phantom.

"We're here!" Danny announced, pulling up outside a large brick building with a neon "Fenton Works" sign.

"And let the torture begin." Jake and Abby mumbled.

And the Mansons are back! THAT one was my idea.

Okay, I have more announcements to make. First off, Tucker's wife's name is now Emma. I have my reasons, don't argue. Second, Chris. I am heavily considering altering her. Just her appearence! My reasons for this:

1. She looks too much like Paulina. I don't want to basically clone the Danny Phantom story line

2. The new Chris would be Goth, which means she would pose a bigger threat to Tori.

3. She looks so much better. Both alone and next to Jake.

4. I know a million people with brown hair and blue eyes, myself included. I think Chris should be a little different.

Here are pictures of the old Chris and the one I'm considering changing her to. You have to remove the spaces.

http:// dpcrazy. deviantart. com/art /Chris-Old-and-New- 71287553

Also, show of hands, who thinks that Jazz should have kids (that way Danny and Sam aren't alone)? Now who thinks that they're gonna cause trouble?