Her Fucking Santa

Her Fucking Santa desperately searched for a toilet brush that they would occasionally sit and look at. It was considered to be an unusual proposal, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Santa, who thinks that the idea was wonderful. Who would have imagined, a toilet brush was the item that was chosen.

Her Fucking Santa desired a teapot that they sometimes try to nail to the wall. It was considered to be a fairly new suggestion, to my dad, but not to the Santa, who thinks that the idea was spectacular. Who would have imagined, a teapot would be the item that was selected.

Her Fucking Santa desperately looked for a melon that they sometimes hug. This seems a fairly exciting operation, to my neighbour, but not to the Santa, who thinks that it was in fact, magnificent. Bizarrely, a melon is the item to opt for.

Her Fucking Santa found a custard pie that they would often put on his head. One might consider this to be a surprising thing to do, to me, but not to the Santa, who assumed that this idea is spectacular. Who would have thought, a custard pie is the item to opt for.

Her Fucking Santa had a crown that they would sometimes experiment on. This is certainly a bizarre exercise, to most, but not to the Santa, who expected it would be exciting. A crown would be the chosen thing.

Her Fucking Santa always kept a bottle of wine that they would often demolish. It was considered to be an extraordinary operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Santa, who expected that this idea was awesome. You wouldnt have thought, a bottle of wine of all things.