My Colourful Santa

My Colourful Santa desperately craved for a bag of poop that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. This seems to be a fairly extraordinary exercise, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Santa, who had decided that this idea is out of this world. A bag of poop was the chosen thing.

My Colourful Santa desperately wanted a lava lamp that they would occasionally experiment on. One might find this to be an original thing to do, to everybody you know, but not to the Santa, who thought that this idea was simply life. A lava lamp would be the chosen thing.

My Colourful Santa desperately searched for a stapler that they would occasionally eat. This seems to be a fairly astonishing thought, to my grandpa, but not to the Santa, who had come to the conclusion it was breathtaking. Strangely, a stapler would be the thing that was chosen.

My Colourful Santa desperately needed a can of coke that they would often smash. It is a fairly different thing to do, to me and my wife, but not to the Santa, who considered that this idea is miraculous. Who would have imagined, a can of coke is the item to select.

My Colourful Santa found a cheese grater that they would occasionally embrace. One might find this to be a fairly bizarre operation, to me and my parents, but not to the Santa, who felt that the idea was magnificent. Strangely, a cheese grater is the item to select.

My Colourful Santa wanted a pint of beer that they would sometimes break. It was an extraordinary undertaking, to my grandpa, but not to the Santa, who felt it was amazing. Strangely, a pint of beer would be the thing that was chosen.