Childhood's Easter Magic

            I love the magic in childhood.  Honestly, I've retained a good portion of that magic for my everyday, adult life.  It allows me to see skies with sweet potato clouds  and helpful bluebirds when I clean the house.  It helps.  Within the holiness of Easter week resides a springtime tradition in my family, one of many that I treasure.

           We never feared the topsy-turvy Easter weather: our Easter Bunny, the one who returned to Capistrano year after year, found especially creative ways to lay Easter Eggs in the house. In fact, it was far more fun to find colorful harbingers of Spring on the toilet paper roll and in the laundry basket than to find deposits among the fresh onions and dewy grass. How did that Bunny jump all the way to the top of the refrigerator?
            The Easter Bunny lays Easter eggs. He does not carry them around in a basket and hide them.  No EB could ever lay 30,000 plastic eggs (bound to hurt) from end zone to end zone on a football field.  Whoever began that game was goofy.

                Merchants began the attempt to elevate Bunny to the status of Santa Claus, still the number one good-guy bearing gifts.  Easter Bunnies lay Easter Eggs full of candy corn, lemon drops, Hershey’s kisses, and other assorted tiny confections. Easter Bunnies do not bring presents, nor do they bestow cellophane covered, humongous baskets already filled with a variety of springtime goodies. An honest-to-goodness EB would never suggest feasting on giant replicas of himself, fashioned in chocolate, begging for his ears to be munched off in bite size chunks.
                 Bring back the REAL Easter Bunny. Encourage the minds of children to suspend logic and anatomy.  In the same fanciful imaginary world that permits Spider Man to string himself throughout a city, skyscraper to skyscraper, our children should free their creativity to welcome the EB with a return to  his glory days.  Egg Hunts are good fun, but there’s nothing quite like your own personal Easter Bunny laying his spring-hued candy-filled treasures. Childhood needs to celebrate the magic.

~Please read my More Than A Bracelet Blog.  In it today, I share a Gordon Family Traditon, complete with a couple of pictures of Easter, 1954.