We aren't terribly religious. In fact, I can count on my hands the amount of times in my whole life that I have set foot in a church. I have never attended Sunday school. I have never read the bible. And ironically, this is the "typical" Canadian citizen living in Toronto. I represent the demographic. Huh. So, tell me why there are so many cars parked around every church this weekend, with overflowing parking lots?
|This is Hanukkah?? Not!|
So our Easters have always been a weird attempt, and frequently a failure, to create some kind of tradition for this holiday, but nothing has really stuck.
When the kids were little, I'd do up little gift baskets for them on Easter Sunday. There was ALWAYS a Mr Munchy Bunny--he's solid, good-quality chocolate with rice crisps in him. I'd go to Laura Secord and get the "good" foil-wrapped chocolate eggs for the kids (and leave out the crappy little foil-covered chocolate eggs from Walmart for my now-ex-husband who had an insane sweet tooth.) Part of the tradition of Easter meant buying everything twice, because my ex-husband would find the chocolate and eat it before I'd given it to the kids, and part of the tradition was me finding better hiding spots each year to keep it safe until I could give it to them....
I'd always stick a stuffed bunny in their baskets, too. They loved the stuffed bunnies. But by the time they were almost teens, the amount of stuffed toys in each of their rooms was ridiculous.