For Christmas we usually decorate the house to look not unlike a moderately tasteful circus side show. As a result of reading too many parenting articles, when the kids were little I'd entertain thoughts of making an effort to decorate for all the lesser holidays and make nearly every day a Special Day! I'd buy cute ceramic jack-o-lanterns and pretty pastel resin Easter bunnies with the best of intentions. They'd be displayed the first year, but the next year it would be the Friday before Easter before it would occur to me that I'd better attempt to unearth the Easter baskets before it was too late. Which would lead me to the box of Easter decorations that I'd forgotten about. I'd feel guilty about failing to provide our kids with festive holiday memories because the miniature Easter egg tree was on display for only three or four days.
Even now I still do Easter baskets for all four of us (well, the Easter Bunny does the bulk of my basket). All of us use the baskets we've had since our first Easters, which makes Steve's basket pretty damn old. Steve's mom was alive for Christopher's first Easter and what an Easter it was for him, the least of which was the ginormous Easter basket she bought and filled with all manner of Eastery goodness. The pool table was covered with Easter gifts for her first grandchild; it was good to be him, but it's left me that huge basket to fill every year. Chloe came along too late to know the joy of being showered with gifts.
This year, though, I think I'm safely off the hook. Chloe will be somewhere in Spain not enjoying a hot shower and Christopher probably won't be here this weekend. Sure, they've been old enough to not believe in the Easter bunny for many years, but not assembling Easter baskets seems like such a crabby-old-person thing to do. Steve's not a fan of candy and assembling Easter baskets for people who are not here would be a daft-old-person thing to do so no Easter frivolity for us.
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