The Easter-Basket-Fake-Grass-Chocolate-Bunny-Thing
Today, for us Catholics anyway, is Holy Thursday. That’s the day that Jesus celebrated the last supper with his disciples and was betrayed by Judas. (I read a funny quote the other day: if the 12 months were the 12 disciples, March would be Judas–I like that!)
Anyway, Holy Thursday also represents the day I can’t put if off anymore. Do I do the Easter-basket-fake-grass-chocolate-bunny-thing or don’t I?
As much as my girls are growing up, part of me still wants to dress them in smocked Polly Flenders dresses with big straw hats and shiny black (NEVER white before Memorial Day) Mary-Janes. Since that’s not about to happen, I end up flying to the mall to put together Easter baskets for them at the 11th hour and wind up spending too much on iTunes gift cards, lip gloss and earrings; items that are way costlier (is it still cool to use “way” as an adverb?) than jelly beans and marshmallow peeps.
Why? Because for years, I did the whole Easter-basket-fake-grass-chocolate-bunny-thing only to find, for weeks after, the little crumpled-up foil balls that were used to wrap the little chocolate eggs EVERYWHERE and shreds of fake grass out on the front lawn, after the dog has, well, let’s say finished with them. The best though is that by about June, I will, without fail, reach into the refrigerator, pull out an earless chocolate bunny or two, and grate him/them on top of a cake.
Have a blessed, joyous Easter, and,
Until Next Time,
Joan
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If you’re looking at an 11th hour thing again this year, here’s a thought. Years later, I have no clue what kind of candy my mom put in our baskets. I do know that there wasn’t much in the way of candy. What I DO remember is that she always selected a non-candy gift for each of us. Years later, I still remember a few of those, the highlight being a long Betty Boop sweatshirt with glitter writing on it. Also, the grass was in our baskets until that morning, then we were allowed to keep our baskets but the grass had to get picked up and put in a baggie so it wouldn’t wind up everywhere.
Comment by Mada — March 22, 2008 @ 12:24 pm
Thanks, Mada. I opted for iTunes gift cards this year, and a box of real chocolates (Whitman’s sampler–yum!)for the family to share that I know will get eaten. Isn’t it funny what gifts endure from childhood?
J.
Comment by jtmccue — March 22, 2008 @ 3:13 pm