The Easter Bunny has come, and left our daughter to collect everything around our living room beyond Easter Sunday and colourful chocolates.
She’s now pocketing small change and video games that have been left out.
This year she had to be reminded that it was Easter and there was a bunny who brought eggs and that he was best friends with Jesus…
And that is why we celebrate the holy holiday of Easterchristmas.
Celebrations started early on in the weekend with grandparents backing up dump trucks full of toys, chocolate, candy, and noisy objects to our front door.
They all need spankings.
They kept saying, “it’s all about the children.”
And Jesus. (and their own children who they forgot to buy a chocolate Easter bunny for, forcing them to eat their toddlers)
But don’t tell the Easter Bunny.
Or my parents.
Or my in-laws.
You’ll ruin Easterchristmas.
Next year we’re going to talk them into a trampoline.