Dear Santa
I’m writing early this year
Especially after the debacle of last year
You delivered the sexy underwear and the two-day hotel break to my wife
What the hell were you thinking
Does my wife look like she can get into a size ten
You useless fat bastard
Two days I had to suffer the wife parading herself
It was psychological torture
Swear to god, if I could’ve got my hands on you
Still swithering on sueing your fat ass
This year I’m going to lay it on the line
Deliver it to the wrong address
Your Ho ho ho, will be, Oh oh oh
Do I make myself clear
Now listen up
Face pack and support tights
They go to the wife
Basque and French knickers, hotel included
To the lover
Don’t make me go back to that hotel with the wife
Or, I swear, you’ll be wearing those reindeers
Do you need a reminder
Have you got it now
Oh, and merry Christmas.
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Haha! Nice one Paul
Glad you enjoyed it.
I grinned like a mad hatter clown
and then I guffawed
looked around sheepishly, apologised
then went back to laughing, quietly
Brilliant fun! 🤣
thank you, a wonderful treat
Just glad I sent him my list before I posted it.
I saw a Santa in John Lewis store. I thought he would be too 'common', too childish for their 'superior' stores! lol.
So true, even to posh for posh people.
You must be so much fun to have around the house..... I laughed so hard. Thanks.
Great with power tools. lol
LOL!
He'll not do that again.
Good fun write Paul.
Andy
It was a bit. lol
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