"What's this-s-s-s?" you ask pointing at the clear plastic valve sticking out of your belly. The valve is open and air is hissing out. You try to close the valve, but your fingers flop helplessly like deflated balloons. You eyes widen, and gasp as you collapse into a heap, "Why?"
"You were naughty and someone nice asked for what you have become now," the jolly old elf explains as he starts to fold up your body squeezing out any trapped air. In moments, you are folded up and packed into the same shiny black box that Santa had given you.
You are in darkness, and feel yourself fall. You guess he's put your box back in his sack. You feel your box bang against other objects as Santa must be heading back up the chimney. Then there's the sound of hooves and a lurching forward movement. Time seems to drag, but at last your box is lifted upward, and set down somewhere. But where? You wait impatiently for hours until at last your box moves and you hear the sound of ribbon being untied or torn.