Their Depressed Elf

Their Depressed Elf desperately desired a CD player that they would often watch for 10 minutes every morning. It might be a somewhat surprising undertaking, to my grandma, but not to the Elf, who thought that this idea was fun. Who would have imagined, a CD player was the thing that was selected.

Their Depressed Elf desperately needed a sword that they would occasionally sit and look at. It would have been a fairly funny proposal, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Elf, who feels it was fun. Honestly, a sword would be the item that was selected.

Their Depressed Elf desired a set square that they liked to put up their bum. It might be a new proposal, to my mum, but not to the Elf, who feels that this idea is sublime. Who would have thought, a set square would be the thing that was selected.

Their Depressed Elf desperately craved for a piece of paper that they would put in the bath with him. It should have been a fairly exciting idea, to me and my children, but not to the Elf, who felt it would be epic. Honestly, a piece of paper being the thing selected.

Their Depressed Elf desperately craved for a cup that they would often try to balance on their head. This seems a fairly weird exercise, to me and my children, but not to the Elf, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was awe-inspring. A cup being the chosen item.

Their Depressed Elf found a bottle of beer that they would sometimes demolish. It might have been an extraordinary proposal, to most, but not to the Elf, who had come to the conclusion that this idea was wonderful. Who would have imagined, a bottle of beer is the item that was chosen.