In an abandoned cabin in the woods, snow swirls around in the windy night, the moon overhead lighting up the sky. This is where demons stay when they have no where else to go. Inside, Ruby hears a noise coming from the stone fireplace that stands cold and empty. She watches a big man in a red suit land in the hearth with a thump, eyes twinkling at her in the moonlight.
"Who are you?" She asks.
"I'm Santa Clause, Ruby, come to give you your Christmas present." The chubby-cheeked cherub (oh, yea – say that three times fast…) responds.
"Shanta Claushe? OMG!! No way! You really brought me a preshent?"
"I sure did, Ruby. According to my list, you've been a nice demon this year, what with saving Sam and all…only thing you did naughty was taking advantage of Sam while he was drunk, miserable and depressed."
"Sham wanted me! I know he did! He wouldn't have tried to eat my face if he didn't want me!"
"No, Ruby…he didn't really want you and if he'd a been right in the head, he never woulda touched you. He would never a slept with a demon if he'd a been normal."
"Shanta…you shound very familiar….have we met before?"
The man ignores her question, choosing instead to root around in a red velvet bag he pulls from his shoulder. "Here you go, Ruby" he says, handing her a large box.
"Oooohhhh, preshentsh!! I love preshentsh!!!"
She rips open the package and pulls out a tape recorder. "What'sh thish, Chrishtmash mushic?" she asks, pushing the play button.
A Latin exorcism comes spewing out of the machine and Ruby begins coughing and hacking, her smoke coming out of her in waves.
Santa pulls out folded piece of cardboard, unfolds it and holds it over Ruby's head. A tiny devil's trap is drawn on it. Ruby continues to retch, belching out plumes of black until finally, with one more burp, she is expelled from the meat suit. The body falls back, lifeless and Ruby is smited, sent back to hell for the last (it better be!) time.
Santa reaches up and pulls off his red hat, dropping it onto the body. He pulls off the fake beard and it joins the red hat. Pulling another hat out of his back pocket, he puts it on his head and scratches his brown beard, shaking his head and utters one word before disappearing into the night, "Idjit"