There me is, sitting on me settee, doin' me favourite thing,
watching tee vee after slaving in de garden, when the ad pop up.
Flash flash flash.
Wanted
A
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Santa.
Ohmegosh, I nearly fly off the settee, it was only me big lunch
that hold me down. What Santa been doing? Flashing where? And now he want what?
Oops.
I see.
Name of department store is at the top o' the ad, and they's lookin' for a Santa.
8 comments:
A flashing Santa, now there's a thing! x
I hope you're going to go for it :)
Now that wouldn't be allowed over here in case any little darling saw it and realised Santa wasn't real.
I hope I am not disillusioning you GG:)
Too funny GG!
Sooshie, maybe Santa should give the department store a book about punctuation haha.
Pat, I am way beyond disillusioned. Santa's such a big fake!
Please don't let the little ones see this :-D
Kim, no, no, I'd make a lousy Santa. I'm too small. And my laughter's all wrong, ha ha ha and weeee heeee. Also, wayyyy heyyyy. As if I don't know wot you mean
:-D
JohnG, then we'd see the pillow around his belly.
did you hear that Santa gave up smoking his pipe?
Cadiz, now that you mention it, I haven't seen him with pictures of the pipe in ages.
I wonder if he sneaks a smoke when no one's looking? Is it a hookah now?
Since the advent of central heating UK houses aren't built with chimneys any more. As a result Santa's lost tons of weight so he can squeeze in through the letter box. It's no good leaving him cake or a glass of port (and don't get me going on being drunk in charge of livestock) because he's more likely to eat the carrot. I think his weight used to come from 364 days a year when he would laze on the sofa. But now he has a personal trainer? It's true.
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