Rudey's Windy Christmas

Warning: the sound of bells a-ringing is NOT the kind of Christmas you’ll celebrate in here. Less red noses. More red faces. One for all you cheeky little fans of Father Christmas Needs a Wee. PAAAARRP. Rudey has eaten too many sprouts. Oops-a-daisy. He’s meant to be delivering presents. Instead, his bottom burps are being smelled around the world. Poor Santa (sat behind Rudey) gets the worst of it. For him, each tremendous toot is stinky torture. But if windy-pops make you giggle lots, they’ll be music to your ears.

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