[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!
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