His Fucking Santa

His Fucking Santa always carried a crown that they liked to put on his head. It would have been an odd proposal, to you and me, but not to the Santa, who assumed that the idea was stunning. Who would have imagined, a crown is the item to opt for.

His Fucking Santa desperately looked for a vibrator that they would demolish. One might find this to be a peculiar approach to life, to me and my husband, but not to the Santa, who thought that this idea was wonderful. Honestly, a vibrator would be the item that was opted for.

His Fucking Santa desired a crown that they would often experiment on. This might appear to be an exciting operation, to my neighbour, but not to the Santa, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, epic. Who would have thought, a crown would be the thing that was selected.

His Fucking Santa searched for a cucumber that they would often play with. This might appear to be a fairly curious activity, to me, but not to the Santa, who feels that the idea was awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a cucumber would be the thing that was selected.

His Fucking Santa desperately wanted a bottle of coke that they liked to eat. It would be a fairly weird and wonderful action, to my dad, but not to the Santa, who thinks that the idea was simply life. Strangely, a bottle of coke of all things.

His Fucking Santa desperately looked for a sack of potatoes that they would sometimes embrace. It was considered to be a fairly extraordinary thing to do, to my mum, but not to the Santa, who assumed that the idea was the most awesome idea. Strangely, a sack of potatoes was the thing that was selected.