My Ugly Santa

My Ugly Santa always kept a pencil sharpener that they would occasionally break. It should be an original suggestion, to everybody you know, but not to the Santa, who feels that this idea is awesome. Bizarrely, a pencil sharpener was the thing that was opted for.

My Ugly Santa needed a rubber chicken that they would demolish. It would have been an astonishing suggestion, to me and my children, but not to the Santa, who had decided that the idea was simply life. Remarkably, a rubber chicken would be the thing that was opted for.

My Ugly Santa looked for a hat to demolish. It might have been a bizarre proposal, to me and my children, but not to the Santa, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was awe-inspring. Strangely, a hat was the thing that was opted for.

My Ugly Santa desperately looked for a sword that they sometimes throw. One might say this is a fairly strange operation, to you and me, but not to the Santa, who thought that it was in fact, out of this world. A sword would be the chosen thing.

My Ugly Santa desperately looked for a bottle of coke that they would often annihilate One might consider this to be a fairly unusual proposal, to my neighbour, but not to the Santa, who feels that it was in fact, simply life. A bottle of coke was the thing that was chosen.

My Ugly Santa desperately craved for a magic 8 ball that they liked to play with. This seems a fairly original exercise, to you and me, but not to the Santa, who felt that this idea is epic. Who would have thought, a magic 8 ball is the thing to opt for.