This year we decided to start our very own Elf on a Shelf tradition. I had seen this all over the internet and didn't think David would like it. An Elf's Story was on TV and he loved the movie! So, David and I went to the store to adopt our very own elf.
We brought home our adopted elf and pondered what he should be named for a couple of days. Chippy, Elf, Pepper, Elfie, Ouchie, Poppy, and David were all top contenders. Then Nate asked, "What was your grandfather's name?" Burwell. Burry for short.
This year we will just get David used to Burry and the magic that he has, so no crazy elf capers this year.
Burry will make his first trip back to the North Pole tonight, and will be found perched on a shelf for David to find when he wakes up.