I heard a funny (peculiar, not hah-hah) story this week about a company function to which the families of employees had been invited, and of course there were little kids there. The Easter Bunny made an appearance too.
It was really warm in Melbourne that afternoon – about 30C. After a while, the Easter Bunny, able to stand the heat no more, took off his head. “Whew!” the man inside the suit said, “It was getting hot in there”.
And all the little kids around him began to cry.
They were worried that the Easter Bunny had lost his head.
Or perhaps they were just upset that they’d been sold a pup, so to speak. The awful truth was, the Easter Bunny wasn’t real.
I grew up with the same stories about the Easter Bunny and Father Christmas, though I soon deduced that the EB couldn’t be real. I did, however, believe in the big FC until I was about 10 and some ratbag kid at school told me the truth.
Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m glad The Easter Bunny’s not real. A rabbit the size of a man would not be my idea of cute. Before long, he’d find a partner rabbit the size of a woman, and they’d have thousands of human-sized rabbit babies and eat all the grass and crops in Australia.
Rabbits are not native animals here, and they are pests in the wild, though apparently, they make adorable pets.
I do wonder, however, why as an entire society, we feel a need to pretend the Easter Bunny and Father Christmas are real, when the rest of the time we’re reassuring kids that the characters in their story books, including the monsters, are not real, and they shouldn’t talk to strangers they don’t know, even if they seem nice.
I guess it’s all part of the commercialised, commodified, mediatised world we live in.
That aside, there are aspects of Easter I like. Mainly, it’s a few days off work (during which I get to catch up with my marking—oh joy!). There are hot cross buns on Friday (ours are from my favourite family-run bakery), shopping on Saturday, a family meal on Sunday and a well-deserved lie-in on Monday.
And not to forget the chocolate Easter eggs. I’ve suddenly, just since a year ago, become a regular chocolate eater after not being much interested in it since childhood.
Back then, I used to hoard all my Easter eggs and eat them a tiny piece at a time, sometimes taking a month to finish them. This would infuriate my brother, who would finish all his on the same day he received them and then appeal to me for some of mine. Mum would tell me I should “share” with my brother and not be selfish. Hmph!
It’s pretty much the same in my house today: I savour a piece or two of chocolate a day, whereas Himself scoffs his then thinks I’ll take pity on him and share mine.
Not me: boys have always been taking my chocolate, and they don’t get it any more!
I don’t share chocolate either, Caron! 🙂 – And I know exactly what you mean about the Easter Bunny; have you seen the film Harvey?
In all seriousness, It is a question parents need to face. Do they ‘sell’ their children on Father Christmas and the Easter Bunny or no? If so, how do they deal with it when the truth comes out? I know parents on both sides of that question. Either way, I hope you enjoy your holiday; those hot cross buns look scrumptious!
I haven’t seen the film Harvey, but I will see if I can find it. Yes, the Easter Bunny and Father Christmas one is difficult: I guess, too, that if you told your child they were just made-up stories, and the child told the other little kids at kindergarten, the parents would all be mad at you!
Have a lovely Easter break, also, Margot.
Happy Easter Caron. And keep your chocolate under lock and key :). Did the tooth fairy make visits in Oz, btw. I totally believed in the TF’.
Yes, we had the TF – I grew up in New Zealand, but they had him in Australia too. I think we got 5c!
I worked my way up to a quarter over the years :). And then it came to a crashing halt once I’d lost all my teeth. Very disappointed I was 🙂
Hah hah! I remember when I was a little girl in the 1970s living in Los Angeles for a few years, that a quarter seemed like a fortune, like a magical coin with which you could do a lot. Then I heard some boys at school got $5 for mowing the lawn, which seemed wildly extravagant.