Teacher Gifts

In a previous post, I mentioned baking an apple pie for Clare's Kindergarten teacher.   I packaged it in a pretty basket which had a beautiful apple-themed wooden lid.   It turns out the teacher loves baskets and has a red kitchen!






For the assistant in Clare's class, I filled a pretty star-shaped candle holder with Hershey's Hugs and Kisses candies.   A note attached that read, "Hugs and Kisses to a Super Star," completed the gift.



Summer vacation was the theme of the gifts Emmeline gave her third grade teachers.   I found cute personal-size cooler bags at our local Kroger and got a fantastic deal on insulated cups.   I used the bags as gift bags.   A hand-written note from Emmeline and me, the cup, along with a little tissue paper, and the gifts were done.



One last gift was for the dear woman who stands on duty every day in the car-rider line.   She calls the name of your children into the walkie-talkie so the teachers on duty can have your children ready when you pull up to the porch.   She always has a beautiful smile on her face.   She learned the girls' names within a day or two.   Since we were new to the school, it meant so much to me because it made me feel like we belonged.   It's just a little token, but I wanted her to know how much she meant to us.   I wrote a note to express my gratitude and gave it to her with a Sonic gift card.   I just crumpled one clear favor bag inside another one to resemble ice, placed the card and a straw in the other bag, and tied it with a ribbon.   Simple, but cute, and she was so surprised.




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