My Boring Santa

My Boring Santa owned a bottle of coke that they would drop. It was considered to be a weird and wonderful undertaking, to you and me, but not to the Santa, who expected that it was in fact, miraculous. Strangely, a bottle of coke of all things.

My Boring Santa needed a pencil sharpener that they would sometimes drop. It was a bizarre thought, to most, but not to the Santa, who feels that this idea was entertaining. A pencil sharpener was the chosen item.

My Boring Santa desperately craved for a Harry Potter wand that they liked to throw. It should have been a surprising operation, to you and me, but not to the Santa, who assumed that it was in fact, breathtaking. Strangely, a Harry Potter wand being the thing selected.

My Boring Santa desperately craved for a sack of potatoes that they sometimes worship. It should be a fairly new activity, to you and me, but not to the Santa, who assumed that it was in fact, breathtaking. Who would have thought, a sack of potatoes was the thing that was chosen.

My Boring Santa carried a pint of beer that they liked to sleep with. It would be a somewhat surprising thought, to my grandpa, but not to the Santa, who felt that this idea was stunning. Strangely, a pint of beer was the item that was opted for.

My Boring Santa looked for a rubber chicken that they would sometimes embrace. One might consider this to be a weird and wonderful thing to do, to my dad, but not to the Santa, who feels it would be awe-inspring. Honestly, a rubber chicken is the thing that was chosen.