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Wednesday, April 7, 2010


I have never understood the Santa thing. And part of that is just the way I was raised. It's not a part of me or my history.

So when I see crazed grown ups bending over backwards to make crazy, fantasy Santa things happen, I don't get it.

I'm not saying it's bad. It's just not for me.

I'm not sure what it was Saturday night that had me tell H as he bathed away the day that the Easter bunny was coming that night.

He stopped splashing and looked up with sparkles in his eyes.

"Really? Tonight?"

"Can I call him?"

I was baffled and whole heartedly confused. I was merely making a make believe statement and didn't even realize he knew what I meant.

So he called the Easter Bunny. {Yeah, I've got his digits.} And chatted away the better part of ten minutes while I laughed and watched magic unfold.

Internally I battled, oh I battled.

Because there's something for me and these holidays that are so much about Jesus and adding confusing make-believe characters doesn't feel right.

He finished his phone call and made sure to report to the Easter Bunny that he is a really great, nice boy {and he made sure to report that some of his friends, aren't}.

We wrote a note and left some carrots. And even I surprised myself by playing into and enjoying this sillyness.

In the morning, he was ecstatic to see what the Easter Bunny had left him and his brother and sisters. Jumping for joy and then hunting for his eggs.

And I laughed that I really make no sense. I don't do Santa, yet I do the Easter Bunny?

I still don't really know how I feel about it or if we'll do it all again that way. I want more talk about Jesus' rising from the dead and less about the colored eggs, the candy and the new swimsuits that the Easter Bunny sent in just the right sizes.

But....I got a glimpse and a little bit of understanding of why we adults do some of the silly things we do.

It's for that twinkle in their eyes and seeing them believe so innocently.

But mostly, I think it's for that magic.


Blogger Erin said...

When I was a kid, I used to get little things in my Easter basket like candy and lip gloss, but I always also got a bible or devotional. Looking back, I think I thought of the Easter Bunny as Jesus' helper!

April 7, 2010 at 8:49 PM  
Blogger Jon, Sara, Tyler, and Sophie said...

That's funny. We do the exact opposite. We have done the Santa thing (it was part of both of our childhoods), however, we decided not to do the Easter bunny thing with our children this year. They did get baskets, as did all of the guests at my mom's, but we really focused about what happened on Easter for Jesus and what it means to us. I was worried because some of the daycare friends really go all out for Easter and I was sure there would be questions (why didn't we get something huge from the Easter bunny?), but nothing has been said so far. :-)

April 7, 2010 at 9:05 PM  
Blogger Nap Warden said...

We do the Easter thing. They actually had a guy in a bunny suit at Costco, my kiddos bought the whole thing. I was a bit shocked;)

April 7, 2010 at 10:32 PM  
OpenID fritzfacts said...

I am always torn on the Easter Bunny. I don't like how "christmas-ish" it has gotten and have toned down our Easter a great deal. My mom always brings the kids new bubbles and outdoor toys, Hubby's parents always give candy and clothes and we focus on just being together. My kids aren't huge candy kids, and I don't see the need to spend $50 a piece on each child for Easter.

Easter Bunny or not...I just don't know

April 8, 2010 at 11:56 AM  
Blogger amanda said...

totally for the magic and the twinkle - it's why we fall hook line and sinker each and every year :)

April 8, 2010 at 1:29 PM  

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