Now, I know I run the risk of sounding like a grumpy old woman, but seriously: what the heck happened to Easter?
I remember, as a child, waiting in anticipation for Easter Sunday to arrive: the excitement of finally being able to open and scoff all the Easter eggs that had been gathering on the sideboard in the living room for what seemed like an eternity. I remember when people spent the day at home, or maybe at their grandparents’ for a big family Sunday lunch and a buffet tea (cheese and pineapple hedgehog, anyone?). There may even have been a (fairly poor) Easter egg hunt in the back garden.
Easter used to be a pretty simple affair, but nowadays, to be honest, it just seems like a bit more hard work. In true ‘My public holiday is better than yours and let me prove it to you in real time on Instagram and Facebook #considerablymoreblessedthanyou’ style, a bigger than normal Sunday lunch, a few chocolate eggs and a veg in front of the TV no longer cuts it.
And on top of it all, these four things have happened:
1. Easter cards
Yes, Easter cards.
Who on earth thought this one up? Nevermind the added work of giving them, who actually wants to receive an Easter card? If it isn’t made of chocolate, doesn’t contain chocolate, and if it doesn’t come in a Mini Egg-studded envelope, what is an Easter card other than recycling-in-waiting?
2. Easter presents
There are genuine dilemmas happening currently on a local Facebook Mums page regarding Easter presents. One parent states: “I don’t know what to get my 6 year old for Easter”. Sorry, you what? Are people really getting in a state about what to buy their children for Easter?
How about, perhaps……an egg?
But it gets worse. Apparently there are now cases of parents buying their children ‘a couple of eggs’. A couple of eggs? Why does a child need more than one chocolate egg from their parents? Is this normal? Should I be buying ‘a couple of eggs’ for my children? Will my children feel bereft if receiving only one chocolate egg from their parents means that they end up only eight eggs closer to type 2 diabetes on Easter Sunday rather than nine? I’m not convinced.
3. Meeting the Easter Bunny
I can see similarities between meeting the Easter bunny and meeting Father Christmas. Really, I can. The Easter bunny sneaks into your garden when you’re not looking and brings eggs. Father Christmas sneaks into your house in the middle of the night and brings presents. Why shouldn’t you want your children to meet both of these delightful trespassers equally?
The difference between the two, in my mind, is that you rarely find a Father Christmas who would not be out of place as the lead protagonist in a horror film, carrying out frenzied attacks on unsuspecting victims in a dark alleys, before running off with a maniacal giggle to find his next target.
I have yet to meet one Easter Bunny that did not scare the flippin’ bejesus out of me and as such, we shall not be partaking in this particular Easter activity. Ever.
4. General Easter tat
When did it become the case that popping into your local supermarket for a loaf of bread in the run up to Easter meant being forced to run the gauntlet down the ‘seasonal’ aisle, jumping over bags of fake straw and batting away the wind-up chicks, singing bunnies and inflatable Easter bunny skittles, while at the same time, trying to avoid knocking over the inexplicably wide selection of Easter glasses and crockery? And stickers. Don’t get me started on ALL the stickers.
And do I really need an Easter tree?
What do you think? Do you send Easter cards? Do you love a bit of Easter tat or do you think it’s all getting a bit too egg-streme? (Sorry, not sorry)
Let me know in the comments.