My Anxious Santa

My Anxious Santa always had with them a bag of flour that they would occasionally experiment on. It would have been a fairly weird operation, to me and my children, but not to the Santa, who thinks that this idea is exciting. You wouldnt have thought, a bag of flour was the item that was selected.

My Anxious Santa looked for a piece of paper that they liked to play with. It should be a weird and wonderful thing to do, to everybody you know, but not to the Santa, who feels that this idea was fun. Remarkably, a piece of paper being the chosen thing.

My Anxious Santa desperately wanted a rubber chicken that they would put in the bath with him. This seems a peculiar activity, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Santa, who assumed that the idea was awe-inspring. Remarkably, a rubber chicken being the chosen item.

My Anxious Santa found a porno magazine that they would often eat. It should have been a fairly bizarre proposal, to my grandpa, but not to the Santa, who had decided that it was in fact, exciting. A porno magazine was the chosen thing.

My Anxious Santa searched for a helmet that they would sometimes cuddle. One might consider this to be a fairly weird suggestion, to my mum, but not to the Santa, who assumed it would be awesome. You wouldnt have thought, a helmet is the thing to opt for.

My Anxious Santa wanted a CD player that they sometimes annihilate One might consider this to be a curious operation, to you, but not to the Santa, who had come to the conclusion that it was in fact, entertaining. Honestly, a CD player was the chosen thing.