My Special Santa

My Special Santa looked for a spade to drop. It was a weird idea, to me and my husband, but not to the Santa, who assumed that the idea was out of this world. Strangely, a spade being the chosen thing.

My Special Santa owned a piece of paper to throw. This might appear to be an exciting idea, to you and me, but not to the Santa, who thinks that this idea is simply life. Bizarrely, a piece of paper is the thing to choose.

My Special Santa owned a bag of flour that they would put up their bum. This seems an extraordinary suggestion, to you, but not to the Santa, who assumed that this idea is wonderful. Honestly, a bag of flour is the item to select.

My Special Santa desperately looked for a can of coke that they would often play with. One might say this is an unusual approach to life, to my neighbour, but not to the Santa, who thinks it was breathtaking. Remarkably, a can of coke would be the thing that was chosen.

My Special Santa always kept a computer that they would occasionally break. It is an unusual thought, to my neighbour, but not to the Santa, who expected it was epic. Bizarrely, a computer was the item that was opted for.

My Special Santa often carried a sack of potatoes that they would sometimes sleep with. One might consider this to be a fairly original activity, to me and my wife, but not to the Santa, who considered that the idea was magnificent. A sack of potatoes would be the chosen thing.