My Yellow Santa desired a can of Tango that they liked to smash. This might appear to be a funny idea, to my grandma, but not to the Santa, who had come to the conclusion that the idea was spectacular. Bizarrely, a can of Tango was the chosen thing.
My Yellow Santa had a teapot to drop. This might appear to be a surprising approach to life, to some, but not to the Santa, who felt that this idea was entertaining. Remarkably, a teapot would be the thing that was opted for.
My Yellow Santa needed a block of cheese that they would often sit and look at. It would have been a fairly exciting idea, to my grandpa, but not to the Santa, who thinks that this idea is stunning. You wouldnt have thought, a block of cheese would be the thing that was chosen.
My Yellow Santa looked for a bottle of beer that they would sometimes sleep with. This seems a fairly funny idea, to me and my children, but not to the Santa, who had decided that this idea was out of this world. Who would have thought, a bottle of beer would be the item that was chosen.
My Yellow Santa desperately needed a cup that they would often try to balance on their head. This seems to be a new undertaking, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Santa, who thinks that this idea was wonderous. Who would have imagined, a cup was the chosen item.
My Yellow Santa desperately wanted a bag of poop that they would watch for 10 minutes every morning. It should have been an astonishing action, to many, but not to the Santa, who thought that it was in fact, awesome. Remarkably, a bag of poop is the thing to choose.