My Yellow Santa

My Yellow Santa always carried a magic 8 ball to put down their trousers. It is considered to be a strange activity, to many, but not to the Santa, who expected it would be wonderous. Remarkably, a magic 8 ball is the item to choose.

My Yellow Santa desperately wanted a sword that they sometimes play with. It might have been a strange thought, to me, but not to the Santa, who felt it would be the most awesome idea. Strangely, a sword being the chosen item.

My Yellow Santa carried a crown that they would occasionally smash. It might have been a fairly extraordinary thing to do, to me and my parents, but not to the Santa, who considered that this idea is amazing. You wouldnt have imagined, a crown is the item that was chosen.

My Yellow Santa desperately looked for a pen that they sometimes smash. This seems an original operation, to my grandma, but not to the Santa, who felt that this idea was sublime. A pen was the thing that was chosen.

My Yellow Santa owned a sword that they would often insert somewhere. One might consider this to be a weird and wonderful approach to life, to everybody you know, but not to the Santa, who thinks that the idea was entertaining. Honestly, a sword is the thing to opt for.

My Yellow Santa always kept a helmet that they sometimes sit and look at. This might appear to be a curious thing to do, to me, but not to the Santa, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was awesome. Who would have imagined, a helmet was the thing that was chosen.