I love Santa Claus. I love everything about Santa Claus. I have thrown my entire being into supporting his cause, and promoting the dream and the magic that is uniquely his.
But I never could understand the ridiculousness that is the "Easter Bunny". C'mon, really? What is that about? And WHY?
But what about your poor children, you may be asking. What a grouchy mother they have! She has deprived them of the "magic" of an anthropomorphic rabbit that hides gross hard-boiled eggs under the couch never to be found until they start to stink sometime in May.
Well, to my defense, my children have always had their fair share of Easter goodies. But, as a family, we have chosen to celebrate with those things on the Saturday prior to Easter, preserving the Sabbath for our undistracted worship of the Resurrected Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.
So while my children never looked for Easter baskets on Sunday morning, we always had a rousing treasure hunt on Saturday afternoon. Brian and I would carefully write clues which led our children from hiding place to hiding place, which would then lead to the grand-daddy of them all where elaborate baskets would be waiting for them. These would contain whatever this "Easter Bunny" thought would delight them. Including Peeps. Which I personally hate.
I have no desire to discount whatever your family traditions are. Whatever brings you and yours together is the important thing.
But those "poor" Haws children seem to have managed just fine without a yearly visit from that mythical rabbit.