Their Tired Elf desperately looked for a CD player that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. This seems an exciting approach to life, to my mum, but not to the Elf, who expected that it was in fact, out of this world. Honestly, a CD player is the thing that was chosen.
Their Tired Elf always kept a can of Tango that they would sometimes drop. It would be a new undertaking, to my grandpa, but not to the Elf, who considered that it was in fact, awesome. Bizarrely, a can of Tango would be the item chosen.
Their Tired Elf desperately needed a can of coke to share. It should have been a fairly unusual thing to do, to me and my children, but not to the Elf, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was epic. Honestly, a can of coke would be the chosen thing.
Their Tired Elf often carried a bag of poop that they liked to hug. It is a funny activity, to me and my children, but not to the Elf, who considered that this idea was wonderous. A bag of poop was the item that was opted for.
Their Tired Elf needed a melon to drop. This seems a fairly odd thing to do, to my grandma, but not to the Elf, who feels it was miraculous. Bizarrely, a melon would be the chosen thing.
Their Tired Elf carried a spade that they liked to hug. It is considered to be a weird thing to do, to me and my wife, but not to the Elf, who thinks that this idea was sublime. Bizarrely, a spade would be the thing that was opted for.