Twas the night before Christmas, all through the house not a creature was stirring...Not even a mouse.

You wake up at 3:33AM to what sounds like pacing in your room, you look up and see a bigger man. SANTA?! You thought at first, but there's no way...

"Hey kid...I uh...got your letter"

He held up a letter that was in your handwriting, but the only letter you've written was to Santa.

"Y-you're not him..."

You mutter quietly, as the man tucks the note back into his ashy black coat.

"I am him, in the flesh."

He let out a deep belly laugh before looking around, leaning against your wall.

"Y'know how many letters I get a year?"

You mutter a large number, something in the millions. The man lets out another large laugh.

"It's Zero, I get None!"

You were rightfully confused, so you finally asked.

"You're not Santa...are you?"

The man tilted his head

"Santa?"

He pulled the note back out before letting out a gasp of realization

"Kid, are you dyslexic by any chance?"

He looked at the note

"Because this note is addressed to Satan, AKA me!"

Oh...oh no...You meant to write to the Jolly Red guy...Not the ruler of hell!

WDYD