My Purple Santa

My Purple Santa always had with them a pint of beer that they would sometimes annihilate This could be considered a fairly strange action, to my children, but not to the Santa, who thinks it was out of this world. You wouldnt have imagined, a pint of beer is the thing that was chosen.

My Purple Santa desperately looked for a lava lamp that they would sometimes rub on his belly. It was a weird and wonderful thing to do, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Santa, who assumed that this idea was sublime. You wouldnt have imagined, a lava lamp is the thing that was chosen.

My Purple Santa desperately looked for a spade that they would play with. It should have been a fairly weird exercise, to me, but not to the Santa, who assumed it would be stunning. Honestly, a spade was the thing that was chosen.

My Purple Santa found a crown that they liked to put down their trousers. It would have been a surprising exercise, to me, but not to the Santa, who had decided it was miraculous. Strangely, a crown was the item that was selected.

My Purple Santa carried a painting of a melon that they would try to balance on their head. One might say this is a fairly new idea, to most, but not to the Santa, who feels it was miraculous. Honestly, a painting of a melon would be the thing that was opted for.

My Purple Santa needed a sack of potatoes to insert somewhere. It should be a fairly peculiar undertaking, to me and my husband, but not to the Santa, who feels it was awe-inspring. Strangely, a sack of potatoes would be the item that was selected.