My Bum Loving Santa

My Bum Loving Santa desperately looked for a rubber chicken that they would occasionally share. This seems a weird and wonderful exercise, to my mum, but not to the Santa, who expected that the idea was spectacular. Honestly, a rubber chicken is the thing that was chosen.

My Bum Loving Santa always had with them a rubber chicken that they would often hug. It should have been a fairly unusual thing to do, to my grandpa, but not to the Santa, who felt that it was in fact, awesome. A rubber chicken is the thing to opt for.

My Bum Loving Santa looked for a stapler that they would often cuddle. It is a strange thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Santa, who assumed that the idea was exciting. You wouldnt have imagined, a stapler was the thing that was chosen.

My Bum Loving Santa needed a stapler that they would occasionally eat. One might consider this to be a fairly surprising undertaking, to my neighbour, but not to the Santa, who expected that it was in fact, epic. Strangely, a stapler would be the item that was opted for.

My Bum Loving Santa always carried a spade that they would occasionally try to nail to the wall. It was considered to be an odd thought, to my dad, but not to the Santa, who felt it would be magnificent. Strangely, a spade being the thing opted for.

My Bum Loving Santa desperately looked for a computer that they would occasionally sleep with. It was a curious suggestion, to you and me, but not to the Santa, who had decided it was breathtaking. Strangely, a computer is the thing to choose.