Her Different Santa

Her Different Santa looked for a hat to cuddle. It should be a curious exercise, to everybody you know, but not to the Santa, who felt that the idea was fun. Bizarrely, a hat is the thing that was chosen.

Her Different Santa craved for a pen that they would sometimes insert somewhere. It might have been an unusual exercise, to me and my wife, but not to the Santa, who expected that it was in fact, sublime. Bizarrely, a pen would be the item that was chosen.

Her Different Santa owned a can of Tango that they liked to try to balance on their head. This is certainly a fairly different thought, to my neighbour, but not to the Santa, who thinks that it was in fact, sublime. Remarkably, a can of Tango would be the item that was chosen.

Her Different Santa owned a pint of cider that they liked to demolish. This seems an astonishing action, to everybody you know, but not to the Santa, who thinks it was fun. You wouldnt have thought, a pint of cider would be the thing that was selected.

Her Different Santa had a sack of potatoes that they liked to put in the bath with him. One might consider this to be a fairly bizarre thought, to me and my wife, but not to the Santa, who had decided that the idea was simply life. Remarkably, a sack of potatoes was the chosen item.

Her Different Santa desperately looked for a computer that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. One might say this is a different action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Santa, who thinks it would be awe-inspring. A computer is the thing that was chosen.