My Nervous Reindeer

My Nervous Reindeer always carried a pen that they would insert somewhere. It is considered to be a weird and wonderful action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Reindeer, who expected it would be simply life. A pen being the chosen thing.

My Nervous Reindeer desperately searched for a can of coke that they liked to hug. It should have been a strange approach to life, to you and me, but not to the Reindeer, who thought that it was in fact, miraculous. Strangely, a can of coke was the chosen thing.

My Nervous Reindeer always kept a condom that they would occasionally put up their bum. It was a funny operation, to my dad, but not to the Reindeer, who felt it would be fun. Strangely, a condom would be the thing that was opted for.

My Nervous Reindeer desperately craved for a wig to drop. One might find this to be a fairly bizarre approach to life, to my dad, but not to the Reindeer, who thinks that the idea was spectacular. Who would have thought, a wig is the thing to choose.

My Nervous Reindeer desperately wanted a bottle of wine that they sometimes eat. This seems to be a fairly odd proposal, to me and my husband, but not to the Reindeer, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is magnificent. Remarkably, a bottle of wine was the item that was opted for.

My Nervous Reindeer always kept a cheese grater to hug. It might be a fairly peculiar undertaking, to my grandma, but not to the Reindeer, who expected that this idea is miraculous. Who would have imagined, a cheese grater was the thing that was opted for.