2 Adorable Christmas Crafts for People Who Love Glue Guns

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2 Adorable Christmas Crafts for People Who Love Glue Guns

easy and fun family Christmas crafts

I love crafts, and I especially love the idea of them. I cannot resist art stores, what with their bounty of colourful supplies, or strolling the virtual halls of Pinterest for my latest big idea.

Sadly, my passion for crafts deeply conflicts with my lack of patience and hand-eye coordination. I have often thought I should voluntarily give Michaels a poster of my face including a staff warning to turn me away for the greater good.  

The urge to craft becomes especially persistent around the holidays when societal permission and encouragement to produce the homemade can become overwhelming. 

Luckily my support group has longstanding members. One December, my loving friend Juli decided to hand-sew two complicated, decorative snowmen following her exams and prior to Christmas. After nearly requiring a planned intervention and almost alienating her roommates she finally confessed, “I may have bitten off more than I can chew.” To this day the low whisper of, “Chilly and Willy” causes her to visibly shudder.

With age comes wisdom and luckily I think I have finally figured out my crafting personality and limits. The new goal is maximum impact in combination with minimal effort and no sewing. This makes the materials of a glue gun, felt, cardboard and a big pair of scissors ideal.

The two following crafts are super easy, look amazing, and completely diffuse all handiwork related impulses until Valentines Day.

Martha’s Mice

I first discovered this idea years before I was banned, by my relatives, from purchasing Martha Stewart Living magazine. These little guys look really cute on a holiday table, as a party favor, or on top of a gift.

Find the template here and follow the directions on!

Holiday Crackers

Holiday crackers have been part of my table since I took over hosting Christmas from my parents. These homemade crackers are simple, inexpensive, and so fun to personalize. They can also be used as wrapping for a small gift. We tend to forgo the hats but they too could easily be made from felt or tissue.


Cardboard tubes from paper towel, toilet and gift wrap rolls
Glue gun
Fabric or felt
Cracker snaps (available from most craft stores)


  • Cut tubes to desired length
  • Roll and glue fabric onto tube
  • Insert little gifts, treats and quotes
  • Insert cracker snaps
  • Tie both ends tightly with ribbon


I like to insert a meaningful famous quote personalized to the recipient in each cracker. We take turns reading the quotes aloud which makes everyone misty and gives me a chance to subtly refill my wine glass.

Other filler Ideas 

  • Nail polish
  • Pens
  • Tiny beauty and hair products
  • Candy
  • Chocolate
  • Pez Dispenser
  • Jewelry
  • Lip products
  • Tattoos
  • Stickers
  • Gum
  • Tiny toys
  • Smurfs
  • Little bottles of liquor
  • Tickets
  • Little cars
  • Perfume

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How The United States Election Has Made Me a Better Mother

The election caused a storm, and it hit my house, too

How The United States Election Has Made Me a Better Mother

I'm with her and I always will be

On the night of November 8th I held an election party. It was planned as a celebration. We all thought she would win. There was a cake, decorations, and lots of celebratory drinks in the fridge.

And then she didn’t and the lump started to grow in my throat. Not prone to tears or public hysterics, I toted that dumb lump around until yesterday when I got on the treadmill, put on the wrong music and all the anger, sadness, and fear came pouring out.   

I stewed in the locker room, stormed through the grocery store, baked three trays of chicken and tried to work it through. This can’t be it. Look for the helpers, learn from mistakes, fall down, get back up… What is the message? How am I going to turn this sow’s ear into a silk anything?

In the words of one of my wisest male friends, “I think you are less mad that she lost and more mad that he won.” And he was right.

But I will be damned if I walk around all winter in a funk of defeat and inaction.  Instead I choose hope and think I found enough good in all of this to turn the page and get to work.

I'm with her

I have decided that the months surrounding the United States election have made me a better mother, a stronger woman, and more aware that together as a family we owe the world and its people more than we are currently giving. 

Hatred and discrimination were not reborn on November 9th.  They have always existed in both quiet and blatant ways. Just two years ago, a man carrying a broomstick threatened our black friend as we walked home from a late dinner in New Orleans. Sadly, our friend did not seem to be nearly as horrified as we were. He merely said with a shrug, “And that is why I chose not to practice medicine in the United States.” And Canada is far from perfect, too. I just thought I could protect my children from all of it for a few more years.

They are only 8, 10, and 12. We have always made equality, diversity, and kindness mandatory in our home, but until now have we been able to avoid the raw, grittier discussions that perhaps best illustrate the need for these principles.  

Gone are the years of a Reagan style election, when my father and mother could hide the paper, or turn off the news. Modern kids are inundated with hundreds of images and messages every day in ways we cannot control.

Even if we vigilantly restrict or monitor their devices, they can still learn everything they ever wanted to know — or never wanted to know — at recess or riding home on the bus.

This election made me feel as though a storm was rising, so huge that I could no longer protect my children, only arm them the best I could.

I found myself scrambling desperately to have conversations with them that I hadn’t planned on having for a number of years. My husband and I drilled them on consent, body image, gender ,and equality issues. Together we read the paper, watched the news and created an open dialogue that I hope will remain.

I made them dump out every word of hate they knew and realized that of course they could read what was written in bathroom stalls. Once they knew that they no longer had to protect me by playing innocent, the questions flew and so did my answers.

I got so good at it that I was able to explain to a carpool of the curious why an HPV shot is a blessing, while also using my hands to demonstrate the positioning of a cervix while parked at a stoplight.

Together we watched the debates, leading to discussions about intimidation, narcissism, and bullying.

I made sure they could identify examples of good men and women in our daily lives. We talked about the best ways to sort information from the media.

I dragged them out of bed to watch every single speech Michelle Obama offered and taught them that although raised Catholic, watching Kate McKinnon sing Hallelujah was the best religious experience I have ever had.

And I am so glad for all of this because they know so much more than I thought they did and soon they will be leaving home to pave their own paths. They will always be my babies but I cannot afford to baby them anymore.

In the next few short years I will use my time with them to create the kindest people I can and teach them that privilege means that you are obligated to give and make the world better for those who need help. I will make sure that I no longer hide the sad faces depicted on Food Bank mailings and instead take them to volunteer. Where they can meet the hungry in person. Because I have always believed that if you are healthy and strong you must pay that back with service.

And as for me, I too may have been lulled by the beauty of the past eight years into complacency. Believing that it was all being taken care of somehow. Perhaps this new presence could be used as a dark illustration of how much there is to be done.

So if you are looking for me, I will not be clutching my pearls or wringing my hands. More likely I will be using them to help my physician cousin launch drones full of IUDS into the Deep South because, in the words of W.E.B. Dubois, “There is no force equal to a woman determined to rise.”

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