[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!

[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!

[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!