what am i

It's crowded. Dark. Bursts of light punctuate the blackness, accompanied by a sadistic laughter that stops the heart and chills the soul. Light, laughter, dark. The constant jostling leaves me feeling sick. I hear someone (or something?) moaning nearby. There's a sense of things constantly moving. I imagine being on a subway piercing the tunnels of hell. Light, laughter, dark.
Minutes or hours later, I realize there's more room. Not much. Just more.
Suddenly the light! The white-bearded maniac's got me! I scream. I'm shoved without mercy into a cloth prison as crazed laughter fills the air:
"Ho, Ho, Ho!"