My Magical Santa

My Magical Santa desperately craved for a bag of poop that they liked to insert somewhere. It is a peculiar approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Santa, who felt it would be miraculous. You wouldnt have imagined, a bag of poop would be the item that was opted for.

My Magical Santa desperately looked for a cheese grater that they sometimes play with. It should have been a fairly funny thought, to some, but not to the Santa, who had come to the conclusion that this idea is simply life. You wouldnt have thought, a cheese grater of all things.

My Magical Santa desperately craved for a melon that they would sometimes break. It should be an exciting approach to life, to my grandma, but not to the Santa, who felt it was amazing. Who would have imagined, a melon was the thing that was opted for.

My Magical Santa desperately wanted a bottle of wine that they would often sit and look at. It should have been a fairly odd exercise, to you, but not to the Santa, who assumed that it was in fact, breathtaking. You wouldnt have thought, a bottle of wine would be the item that was opted for.

My Magical Santa desperately searched for a lava lamp that they sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. This is certainly a weird thing to do, to me and my wife, but not to the Santa, who had decided it would be wonderous. Remarkably, a lava lamp was the item that was opted for.

My Magical Santa carried a rubber chicken that they would rub on his belly. One might find this to be a peculiar action, to my dad, but not to the Santa, who thought that this idea is out of this world. Bizarrely, a rubber chicken was the item that was opted for.