He Was Here!

On Easter morning, scattered among my pretty spring daffodils, here was proof that the Easter bunny had been to our house. Chocolate eggs in pretty spring colors to decorate our dinner table.

When I was a tadpole, my Dad used to write rhyming clues to lead us to our Easter treats. Dreadful poetry, but we had so much fun following his treasure hunt from place to place in the house and garden until we discovered our Easter baskets or, as we got older, a single huge box of chocolates to be shared by all.

In choosing from the box, the family rule was that one must take the first one s/he touched; this, to discourage us from fingering pieces and then putting them back. Ick. There was a lot of pondering and scrutinizing before we took each piece until big brother J figured out that he could run his finger down a whole row of chocolates to claim them all! Chaos ensued, with finger pointing and loud recriminations, until the parental units intervened to restore order. Sounds a little like the banks and car companies arguing for their bailouts, doesn't it?

Anyway, I continued the rhyming clue tradition with my Fairy Godchildren and they loved it well into their twenties. I hope they will see fit to continue it with future children, whether their own or beloved friends', as it is a tradition well worth keeping. I hope the Easter bunny made it to your house, too, and left you chocolate evidence of his presence.