PRETTY, PRETTY PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING POEM. IT ACCOMPANIES THE ABOVE PICTURE.

Christmas Eve late at night and young Daniel did steam.
His lesson last year nothing more than a dream.
His parents were fighting, no sign it would halt.
Every Christmas just awful and all Santa’s fault.

The clock ticking so fast in the holiday season,
The teen left his loud house with a miserable reason.
His dad wanted eggnog. His mom things for dinner.
A trip from the chaos a promising winner.

Yes, one store was open, on the far side of town.
Danny took his time back, with a bag and a frown.
The roads were so still as he kicked at a snow drift.
And then, with surprise, from his mouth seemed to lift
A transparent breath, barely seen in the cold.
With the mood he was in, this ghost must have been bold.

No warning, no mercy, no quick, witty banter.
The ghost, he was pummeled. No last chance to rant or
Utter a word before he was caught.
Going into the thermos, his yells were for naught.

And why was so simple when involving this lad.
All his Christmases ruined thanks to mom and his dad.
So back to his human form did he go
As he picked up his fresh fallen goods from the snow.

Then on marched the scrooge in his holiday funk.
What good heart he had left decidedly sunk.
When came into focus off there in the distance
Yet one ghost was left to provide him a hindrance.

Foul mood then pushed further, he approached Vlad, the ghost.
White rings round his middle, Vlad was soon to be toast.
And up looked the man from his bench in the snow.
Like him, no good tidings through this half-ghost did flow.

Yes, with a sad eye did Vlad meet his rival.
Books of Christmas alone, this one man, he could write all.
And so Danny paused in his utterance of war.
Knowing fists and revenge not what Vlad waited for.

And then, for some reason, young Daniel did leave.
Fresh thoughts on encounters, the irate teen did heave
A question why mayor of Amity Park
Was sitting alone on a bench in the dark.

His shoes led the way. Twas not his decision.
On his way back to Vlad marched his feet with a mission.
And out stretched his hand towards the man of his ire.
Invitations of family and food and a fire.

“There’s this rule about ghosts.” It came out in a mumble.
“That we shouldn’t fight fights and instead just be humble.”
His hand, it grew cold in the Christmas night air.
Until Vlad’s hand did join to make a nice pair.

Then up stood the man from his late Christmas moping.
And perhaps not the holiday that had Danny hoping
But one more chair at the table, it wasn’t so bad.
Even if that one chair was holding one Vlad.

So off to his house did the two walk together.
And, somehow, all his rage blew away like a feather.
That lasted until Danny’s eyes downward panned
And he now saw that, still, Vlad was holding his hand.

It was gone in an instant, their little connection.
And spent just as fast, was the warmth it did beckon.
Embarrassment over, he was still sort of glad.
So much so escaped, "Merry Christmas Eve, Vlad."

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I present to you...THE HOLY GRAIL OF FAIL!!
Ugh. And then the poem. I am never rhyming AGAIN!! =__= Actually, the poem was an afterthought. The comic was supposed to be wordless. I've always wanted to make a comic with no dialogue. <3 But then I thought a little poem would be cute, like in the Fright Before Christmas episode. I didn't know it would end up being so very, very, very long though. >_> So yes, pleeeeeease read it. I worked really hard. =^=

It sounded like a good idea to use Hartman's style at first because it would be faster. (lol. My own style and you would probably see this Christmas next year. xD) Well, I failed at drawing Danny several _thousand times and then I got about halfway down when I realized...I've never drawn Vlad before. D8 And.....this is the result. >.>
My favorite panel (a random one) is probably the second one, with him turning back to his human form. Simply because I think that looks most like the original style. Yeah, sorry about lack of backgrounds and...shading. But I was just trying to finish this in time and spend the day with my family. I'll go back and edit paneling, shading, and backgrounds later. Right now there's just enough to make due. =3=

Don't ask me why the ghost in the beginning ignored the Christmas truce. Maybe.......it was a Jewish ghost. >o>
Christmas entry for

.M.E.R.R.Y. .C.H.R.I.S.T.M.A.S. <3 <3 <3


EDIT: Yay!! Done coloring!! Still not the greatest thing in the world, but I hope you like it.


Danny and Vlad (c) Danny Phantom