Bamboozled By Burks: Sleeping Santa

Dec 20, 2010

Sleeping Santa

We finally made it down to see Mr. Kringle before we took off for the snowy (rainy) mountains of Utah for Christmas. We toured his workshop, took a picture with Ms. Claus and sat on the big guy's lap. Now I don't know if Brynlee's list was just too long or if Santa just needed to get his rest before the big night, but he ended up looking like this in our picture...

Merry Christmas everyone!

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The Burk Brood

Him:

Hometown, Farmington Utah. Attended Davis High where he enjoyed bowling instead of class and hockey at 4 a.m. Spent a few years relaxing in Tahiti, school at Dixie State, met her, graduated from the U of U. Fun used to consist of hockey, paintball, volleyball, camping, skiing, boating, golf, and her. Now fun consists of reading thick books in cramped cubicles. Oh yeah, and he's still crazy about her.

Her:

Hometown, Monticello Utah. Attended school at Monticello High where she enjoyed basketball, softball. Went to Utah State for a year before she realized that the sunny red rocks of Dixie were much more appealing. Met him while working together at Tony Roma's. Fun used to consist of softball, volleyball, scrapbooking, and him. Now fun consists of raising the most adorable daughter in the world. She's of course still crazy about him.

Little Her:

Hometown, Arlington Virginia. Fun didn't used to consist of anything other than trying to grow the right amount of body parts. Fun now consists of arranging her stuffed animals and reading to them, going to nursery, and moving from one obsession to the next. She's taking in the world around her and figuring out more everyday, inching slowly toward the day when she'll rule the world. Oh, and little her now thinks both him and her are just plain crazy.

Little Him:

Well he's doing the baby thing for now. The second of the bunch to be born in Virginia, he'll arrive two years (almost to the day) after the little Miss. He's already big and getting bigger. He'll make her happy when his little fists of fury are banging drums, instead of her ribs.