As you sit in your room, holding the present, you can't help but think how ironic it is that you misspelled Santa and summoned the devil instead. You start to laugh at the absurdity of the situation, wondering how you could have made such a mistake.

You imagine what it would be like if Lucifer himself came to your house instead of Santa, with his horns and pitchfork, trying to fit down your chimney. You can't help but giggle at the thought of a demonic Claus, delivering presents to all the naughty children of the world.

As you take a closer look at the present, you can't help but be amused by its twisted and macabre appearance. You wonder what He could have possibly given you as a present, perhaps a pair of flaming red horns or a book on the best ways to tempt the innocent.

You decide to keep the present as a funny anecdote, a reminder of the time you accidentally summoned Satan instead of Santa. You wonder what your friends will think when they see the present, and if they will believe your ridiculous story.

As you arrive at the white elephant, you can't help but feel a sense of excitement. You know that the present is going to be the perfect addition to the party, a hilarious and twisted joke that will leave everyone in stitches.

As the gift exchange begins, you watch as the present is passed around, each person laughing and joking about its demonic appearance. However, as the present ends up in your hands, you start to feel like you are being controlled, like something is trying to force you to give it to a specific person.

You try to resist the urge, but it becomes stronger and stronger until you can't help but give the present to a young woman in the room. As you watch her open the present, you feel a sudden surge of dread, a feeling that something is about to go horribly wrong.

Suddenly, the room starts to spin, and you feel a dark energy spreading through the air, like a virus infecting every person in the room. You watch in horror as the people around you start to change, their expressions becoming twisted and malevolent.

You realize that the present was not just a funny anecdote, but a tool to control your mind and spread the devil's message. You try to resist the feeling, but it's too late. You are under His control, and you have unknowingly spread his message to the people around you.

As the party comes to a close, you pick up the present - wondering why Stacy’s hands are so cold. Chuckling to yourself, you step out into the cold December air, the memory of what happened before already starting to fade from your mind. You can't remember why you feel uneasy.

You shake your head, thinking that it must have just been the excitement of the party getting to you. You climb into your car and start driving to your company’s Christmas party, eager to continue the festivities.