Their Fucking Santa

Their Fucking Santa always carried a can of Tango that they sometimes drop. It was a bizarre undertaking, to me and my parents, but not to the Santa, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, stunning. Bizarrely, a can of Tango of all things.

Their Fucking Santa wanted a bat that they would sometimes worship. It might be a fairly funny thought, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Santa, who considered that this idea is awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a bat having that done to it

Their Fucking Santa desperately wanted a block of cheese that they would often put down their trousers. One might say this is an exciting exercise, to me and my husband, but not to the Santa, who feels that this idea is awe-inspring. Remarkably, a block of cheese being the item selected.

Their Fucking Santa always carried a little monkey to drop. One might consider this to be a fairly bizarre idea, to my children, but not to the Santa, who feels that it was in fact, awesome. Bizarrely, a little monkey of all things.

Their Fucking Santa craved for a toilet brush that they would sometimes eat. One might consider this to be an odd suggestion, to me and my parents, but not to the Santa, who thinks that it was in fact, simply life. Honestly, a toilet brush would be the item that was opted for.

Their Fucking Santa carried a can of Dr Pepper that they liked to put up their bum. It would be a fairly weird and wonderful activity, to my neighbour, but not to the Santa, who had decided that the idea was out of this world. Remarkably, a can of Dr Pepper of all things.