My Jolly Santa

My Jolly Santa found a cheese grater that they would put up their bum. This might appear to be a curious undertaking, to my children, but not to the Santa, who felt that the idea was entertaining. Who would have thought, a cheese grater is the thing to choose.

My Jolly Santa desperately craved for a toilet brush that they liked to embrace. One might say this is a somewhat surprising thought, to you, but not to the Santa, who assumed that the idea was wonderous. Who would have thought, a toilet brush would be the item that was selected.

My Jolly Santa wanted a ball that they would sleep with. One might find this to be a fairly astonishing exercise, to some, but not to the Santa, who felt that it was in fact, amazing. Remarkably, a ball would be the item chosen.

My Jolly Santa needed a can of coke that they would sometimes worship. It should have been a new exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Santa, who had decided it was magnificent. Honestly, a can of coke having that done to it

My Jolly Santa needed a CD player that they liked to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It should have been a fairly astonishing activity, to me and my husband, but not to the Santa, who felt that it was in fact, simply life. A CD player is the thing to opt for.

My Jolly Santa always kept a CD player to watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might say this is a weird and wonderful exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Santa, who had decided that this idea was awe-inspring. Bizarrely, a CD player is the item that was chosen.