My Depressed Santa

My Depressed Santa always carried a block of cheese that they would often throw. One might consider this to be a weird and wonderful exercise, to most, but not to the Santa, who felt it would be sublime. Honestly, a block of cheese was the chosen item.

My Depressed Santa needed a bottle of coke to sleep with. One might say this is a fairly funny idea, to my dad, but not to the Santa, who expected it was awe-inspring. A bottle of coke would be the item that was opted for.

My Depressed Santa desired a can of Tango that they would watch for 10 minutes every morning. It was considered to be a fairly unusual approach to life, to my children, but not to the Santa, who had decided it was wonderous. Who would have imagined, a can of Tango would be the thing that was chosen.

My Depressed Santa wanted a painting of a melon that they sometimes try to nail to the wall. This is certainly a strange action, to my mum, but not to the Santa, who felt that it was in fact, spectacular. Bizarrely, a painting of a melon is the item to select.

My Depressed Santa searched for a cucumber that they would try to balance on their head. It might have been an odd idea, to my grandpa, but not to the Santa, who thought that this idea is breathtaking. Who would have imagined, a cucumber would be the item chosen.

My Depressed Santa carried a bottle of wine that they liked to watch for 10 minutes every morning. It was considered to be a new idea, to me and my children, but not to the Santa, who had decided it would be epic. Who would have thought, a bottle of wine would be the thing that was selected.