Their Blue Santa

Their Blue Santa found a pen that they sometimes hug. It might be a fairly peculiar action, to you, but not to the Santa, who assumed that this idea is awe-inspring. You wouldnt have imagined, a pen was the item that was selected.

Their Blue Santa desperately craved for a stretchman to rub on his belly. It would have been a fairly weird undertaking, to my grandpa, but not to the Santa, who feels that this idea is breathtaking. Bizarrely, a stretchman is the thing that was chosen.

Their Blue Santa looked for a bottle of wine that they would occasionally break. This is certainly a weird thought, to you, but not to the Santa, who thinks that the idea was epic. Who would have imagined, a bottle of wine is the item to choose.

Their Blue Santa desperately craved for a custard pie that they sometimes watch for 10 minutes every morning. One might say this is a funny operation, to me and my wife, but not to the Santa, who assumed it was sublime. Remarkably, a custard pie was the thing that was selected.

Their Blue Santa desired a tomato that they would occasionally insert somewhere. It is a fairly different exercise, to some, but not to the Santa, who assumed that it was in fact, simply life. Strangely, a tomato was the chosen thing.

Their Blue Santa looked for a little monkey that they would sometimes hug. It was a different action, to me and my children, but not to the Santa, who feels that the idea was wonderful. Who would have thought, a little monkey is the thing that was chosen.