It’s official. I’m a bunny girl. As the sun sets on the Easter holidays, I reflect on the last two weeks. Despite having three young kids at home full time, it has been chilled, funny and fun with hardly any a hot-cross word spoken. I’ve realised I much prefer the Easter Bunny to Father Christmas. Here are a few reasons why:
- The Easter Bunny does not demand rooms full of baubles, and positively insists on no pine needles all over the carpet – I suspect it would cause serious paw damage.
- The Easter Bunny does not encourage small children to write large lists detailing all the crap they require to find, wrapped beautifully come Easter morning.
- The Easter Bunny does not require sustenance in the form of milk, brandy, carrots (not even carrots!!!!) or mince pies.
- The Easter Bunny does not have a plethora of imposter Easter Bun-chums demanding hard earned cash in exchange for rubbish presents, received after hours of queuing in shopping centres, church halls or school fetes.
- The Easter Bunny hops in and out of our life to the tune of bird song and spring, not over played Christmas pop songs.
- The Easter Bunny does not care for sprouts.
- The Easter Bunny does not suggest it is appropriate for small children to send illegible cards to everyone in their class.
- The Easter Bunny does not demand we see family members we would rather not see. But, we see them anyway and it is kind of nice when we pop in out of choice rather than out of obligation.
- The Easter Bunny does not live in Lapland, and thus does not require us to wonder if we have deprived our children by not going on an overpriced one day holiday there.
- If we are extra lucky, the Easter Bunny brings sunshine thus allowing us all to play out in the bluebells.
The Easter Bunny is our friend. She is on our side. She is all about the fun, and not the faff. I love the Easter Bunny, but hang on, is she turning on us? I have noticed over the last few years a steady increase in photos of heavily decorated Easter themed dinner tables, of expensive baskets full to the brim with overpriced chocolates, of highly competitive East Bonnet Competitions. And I beg, and I plea,
Easter Bunny, don’t go changing. I love you just the way you are.