My Naughty Santa

My Naughty Santa looked for a pencil sharpener that they sometimes put in the bath with him. It should have been a fairly exciting approach to life, to me and my children, but not to the Santa, who felt that the idea was spectacular. A pencil sharpener would be the thing that was selected.

My Naughty Santa carried a can of Dr Pepper that they would sometimes smash. It should have been a somewhat surprising idea, to you and me, but not to the Santa, who expected that this idea is entertaining. A can of Dr Pepper would be the thing that was selected.

My Naughty Santa always kept a stapler that they would sometimes hug. It should have been a different approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Santa, who felt that it was in fact, out of this world. Remarkably, a stapler is the thing that was chosen.

My Naughty Santa desperately looked for a bottle of beer that they sometimes share. It might have been a weird activity, to me, but not to the Santa, who thinks that this idea is wonderous. Strangely, a bottle of beer was the item that was selected.

My Naughty Santa desperately desired a wig that they would often put in the bath with him. It would be a different activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Santa, who had decided that the idea was amazing. Honestly, a wig is the thing to opt for.

My Naughty Santa wanted a spade to break. One might consider this to be an exciting proposal, to my grandma, but not to the Santa, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was miraculous. Honestly, a spade was the item that was opted for.