My Little Santa

My Little Santa desperately searched for a crown that they would occasionally watch for 10 minutes every morning. This might appear to be an unusual approach to life, to most, but not to the Santa, who feels that it was in fact, amazing. Who would have imagined, a crown having that done to it

My Little Santa needed a sack of potatoes that they sometimes share. One might consider this to be a fairly exciting thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Santa, who feels that this idea was awe-inspring. Remarkably, a sack of potatoes would be the thing that was chosen.

My Little Santa desperately looked for a CD player that they sometimes cuddle. It would be a fairly exciting idea, to you and me, but not to the Santa, who thought that this idea is simply life. Honestly, a CD player would be the item that was opted for.

My Little Santa always had with them a pint of beer that they would occasionally sit and look at. This might appear to be a surprising activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Santa, who felt that this idea was exciting. A pint of beer would be the item that was selected.

My Little Santa had a bottle of wine that they would often share. It was considered to be a fairly exciting proposal, to me and my wife, but not to the Santa, who assumed that it was in fact, awesome. You wouldnt have thought, a bottle of wine having that done to it

My Little Santa wanted a pencil sharpener to put on his head. One might find this to be a bizarre approach to life, to my grandpa, but not to the Santa, who assumed it was wonderous. Who would have thought, a pencil sharpener being the chosen thing.