Thursday, December 17, 2009
The things we do.
So, I am part of our kid's PTA. Every year we organize a Holiday Shop where kids get to shop for their family members. IT IS SO FUN!! Some schools have a company that comes in and runs the shop. We choose to do the entire thing...the shopping, the setting up, the selling, the wrapping and the cleaning up. I mean, come on, some of those companies charge like $6.12 for an ink pen that will most likely not work. We choose to pick a night to go and SHOP, SHOP, ShOP for all of the gifts we are going to sell. We purchase all different gifts and it gives the kids a good selection to choose from. We don't make a HUGE profit off this event, but do it because it is fun for the kids...and kind of fun for us too! It is so awesome to have kids shop for their family members while having a smile on their face. We sell all of the items for $2.00 each. This way, we don't have to deal with the making change after their purchases. It is also inexpensive for families. We do put a 5 gift limit on the shop. If there is a family that forgets about the holiday shop or their family isn't able to do this event, the PTA provides "Snow Cash" dollars to all of the teachers. Each teacher is responsible to distribute the snow cash to those who do not have money to shop. Nobody is ever left out! Here is Andrew making sure I don't look at the gift he purchased for me...
The decorations are from Walgreens. After each holiday season, I choose a local store and ask for their old decorations. Most of the time, they are happy to give them up. I guess my official job every year is to hang these bad boys from the rafters. It requires alot of patience and a sore arm at the end of the day. :)
Two of the many "wrappers", Anne and Angie.
Angie and her honey bun shopping for gifts...
At the end of the day, we clean up and our kids are usually in the gym "helping" out or something like that...Most of the time it ends up with something like this.
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2 comments:
you really are a great mom.
oh stop.
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