My Nervous Santa

My Nervous Santa always had with them a cup that they sometimes put up their bum. One might consider this to be a fairly extraordinary approach to life, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Santa, who felt it was out of this world. You wouldnt have imagined, a cup was the thing that was chosen.

My Nervous Santa carried a ball that they liked to smash. This might appear to be an exciting undertaking, to me and my husband, but not to the Santa, who had decided it was awe-inspring. Honestly, a ball was the chosen item.

My Nervous Santa carried a radiator that they would occasionally experiment on. One might say this is a weird and wonderful thought, to you, but not to the Santa, who expected that the idea was sublime. Remarkably, a radiator being the chosen item.

My Nervous Santa carried a radiator that they would embrace. One might consider this to be a fairly weird activity, to most, but not to the Santa, who assumed that it was in fact, epic. A radiator being the thing selected.

My Nervous Santa desperately wanted a can of Tango that they liked to insert somewhere. It should have been a weird operation, to my children, but not to the Santa, who assumed that this idea was wonderous. Bizarrely, a can of Tango of all things.

My Nervous Santa desperately desired a mug that they would often hug. It might be a curious undertaking, to me, but not to the Santa, who had decided it was exciting. Strangely, a mug being the chosen thing.