Everyone was waiting for me to open that last gift, but no one was prepared to be shot. The FBI agent had burst into their house fives minutes earlier, on Christmas day. He informed us that our house was surrounded by police officers, and any sudden movements would result in serious punishment.

I had no idea what was going on. I thought it was a regular gift from my dad.

He told us that inside the box was something so horrible they must dispose of it as quickly as possible, or it may cause serious injury and end up in the destruction of the human race. The agent said if we opened it, he wouldn't hesitate to shoot. After a few minutes of staring, the agent took the book and started to exit. Suddenly, the agent fell face-flat on the ground. He had tripped over a pair of newly opened shoes.

On the floor, before them lay the most HORRIBLE, dirty socks, ever seen! You could tell they were originally pink, but worms were on it, slithering around like someone had just disturbed the peace in their wonderful home. There was mould on the edges and it smelled worse than a garbage truck!

Outside, all the officers started fainting, and everything turned green. The floor opened up and they were sucked into a bottomless pit, only to be tortured for all eternity by the smell of The Sock.

Two hundred years later, the agent admitted his mother had given it to him for his twelth birthday and he hated it so much he had thrown it into the sewer. Somehow, it had gotten to me. My dad scratched his head in guilt and attempted sneaking out of sight. Though, we all knew he had been so cheap he had gone into the sewer to get my Christmas gift. What a merry Christmas to me