My Depressed Santa

My Depressed Santa desperately looked for a cup that they would occasionally rub on his belly. This could be considered a strange approach to life, to my grandpa, but not to the Santa, who feels it was sublime. A cup was the chosen item.

My Depressed Santa always carried a pencil sharpener that they would occasionally throw. It should have been a fairly astonishing thing to do, to my grandma, but not to the Santa, who feels that this idea is out of this world. You wouldnt have imagined, a pencil sharpener being the item selected.

My Depressed Santa searched for a stretchman to sleep with. This seems a fairly odd approach to life, to you and me, but not to the Santa, who considered that this idea is sublime. You wouldnt have thought, a stretchman would be the item that was selected.

My Depressed Santa always carried a block of cheese that they would often try to balance on their head. This seems to be a fairly exciting thought, to me and my husband, but not to the Santa, who thinks that this idea was entertaining. A block of cheese was the item that was chosen.

My Depressed Santa craved for a ball that they sometimes put in the bath with him. This could be considered an exciting activity, to everybody you know, but not to the Santa, who considered that the idea was entertaining. A ball is the thing to select.

My Depressed Santa often carried a can of coke to eat. It was an original action, to me, my mum and my dad, but not to the Santa, who considered it was amazing. Honestly, a can of coke being the thing selected.