His Little Santa

His Little Santa always carried a cup that they would sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might find this to be an exciting operation, to my mum, but not to the Santa, who feels it would be fun. Remarkably, a cup of all things.

His Little Santa desperately searched for a stretchman that they sometimes hug. It should have been a fairly peculiar activity, to my grandpa, but not to the Santa, who expected it would be epic. Remarkably, a stretchman would be the item chosen.

His Little Santa carried a spade that they liked to smash. This is certainly a funny proposal, to me and my parents, but not to the Santa, who considered that the idea was simply life. Remarkably, a spade is the thing to select.

His Little Santa owned a custard pie to share. One might consider this to be a somewhat surprising undertaking, to most, but not to the Santa, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was wonderous. Honestly, a custard pie being the item opted for.

His Little Santa desperately wanted a teapot that they would sometimes put on his head. It was an odd approach to life, to everybody you know, but not to the Santa, who assumed it was awe-inspring. Who would have thought, a teapot was the thing that was chosen.

His Little Santa desperately wanted a melon to hug. One might find this to be an original exercise, to you, but not to the Santa, who considered that this idea was sublime. Honestly, a melon is the item to choose.