Danny Phantom2004

[the poem is closing with its last lines]

Danny Fenton:
[narrating] And then I thought, maybe this is the moral. / In the same way my folks loved their old Christmas quarrel. / Everyone celebrates in the way of their choosing. / I was so busy whining, I started abusing / The ones I loved most and I ruined their cheer. /

[smiles]

Danny Fenton:
I'll try to be better, come Christmas next year.

[thus ends the poem; Danny, Sam, Jazz and Tucker gather together at the last page which says "The End."]

Samantha "Sam" Manson:
Um, nice sentiment, but what are you, a greeting card?

Tucker Foley:
Yeah, why are you talking in rhyme?

Jazz Fenton:
Such a dork.

Danny Fenton:
[realizing] We're not talking in rhyme?

[starts getting jubliant]

Danny Fenton:
We're not talking in rhyme!

[the book closes, and Ghost Writer is glad his new poem is finished. A cell mate inches close to him as he wants to look at the new book he has completed, but Ghost Writer turns away from him]

Walker:
[greets him] Orange?

Ghost Writer:
[scared] Aahh! Get that thing away from me!