When I was growing up, Easter was a Big Deal in our family. We all got Easter outfits* and took lovely photos. We then sat through a lecture at church that was a rehash of the lecture last year, about Christ is risen, savior, yadda yadda yadda.
But then, we got home, tore off our uncomfortable clothing, and the real Easter began: the Easter Egg Hunt. Oh, it was glorious. My mom really knew how to hide eggs. It didn’t matter how many eggs you found, or didn’t find- we all got an equitable split in our eggs. Eggs, chocolate bunnies, little toys- the day was so much fun. But the big one was we each got our own Easter “Egg”. This was the one in our color, and in it it held a special gift just for one of us individually. We couldn’t tell the other if we found it- they had to find it on their own. This was like Christmas, but better because we actually were encouraged to find it. Inside it was never the most expensive thing in the world- a t-shirt, a cd, one year I got a hat, but it was picked out with our tastes in mind, and it was just something new to look forward too.
We also had confetti eggs, which were blown out eggs with confetti stuffed in them with the hole covered with tissue paper. The point of these eggs was to run around smashing them on people’s heads.
We did the Easter Egg hunt every year until I left for college. From that point on, I was on my own, so no Easter Egg hunts any more. I was happy to ditch the church, but I am quite sad to ditch the other rituals.
What about you, Punkass Community? What Easter/ Belatane/ Spring/ Et cetera events do you remember?
*Dresses, unfortunately- my sisters and I all went through a “We hate dresses” stage which led to much consternation.
Last year was the first year that the younger offspring was finally old enough to not want to do our traditional Easter activities, which consisted of a night of egg decorating and the next morning, me hiding candy all over the house and them finding it and also some kiddie games where they got candy prizes.
Amazingly enough, though, Easter baskets filled with candy were still requested, even by the 18 year old.
Any excuse for candy.
Actually, there was one quite nice Easter I had where “The Easter Bunny” had left a gift hidden somewhere in the house… but in order to find it, we had to follow clues. Treasure hunts are always fun. In the end, it was a chocolate bunny.
I love how we eat bunnies for Easter. I think we should eat Santa Claus on Christmas and Presidents on President’s Day.
You don’t eat chocolate Santas on Christmas? Or Santa Cookies? We sure do.
Cheesecake is for president’s day, though.
Nope, never have done. But I’m all in favor of starting. Especially if there’s any kind of transubstantiation involved.