Santa Claus. The Tooth Fairy. The Easter Bunny.
Never did I know these subjects were such hot button topics of conversation before I became a parent and saw the side of Christianity where trick or treating can be downright devilish. I have been on every side of the fence and straddled it long enough on all of these subjects to just say that in the end, my child’s salvation will never be in question because we had Easter baskets hidden by some nuclear-disaster-sized rabbit or that a fat jolly old elf came and visited under our Christmas tree.
Yes we do the Easter bunny. And egg hunts. And candy. And coloring eggs. And baskets that are filled with delicious treats that make my dentist very happy. We do the whole gamut of the holiday and we enjoy every minute of it. We have been to the same egg hunt EVERY YEAR since Daly Kay was old enough to toddle around carrying her basket and gathering eggs.
Truthfully, my decision to wallow in all the holidays hold and every aspect of the traditional American Christmas, Easter, Halloween and virtually any other kind of holiday is based on one kid growing up.
Dear old Donald.
I don’t remember Donald’s last name. I sure wish I did. He was an adorable red headed and freckled little boy I had a crush on in second grade. Donald wasn’t allowed to celebrate any holiday or even his birthday because his religion didn’t allow it.
Birthday cake party at school? Donald would have to leave the room and wait in the hallway until we were done.
Easter? No treats for Donald, and when the party came, he was sent to the library.
Christmas? No way. No coloring pages or making handmade ornaments for him.
St. Patrick’s Day? Absolutely no Lucky Charms for Donald.
Donald’s life as a young child was made miserable by parents who intended to hold tightly to some religion that made this poor little guy miss out on so much of the fun of school. I know they had the best of intentions but in reality, I bet Donald grew up and got really ticked. I would have. Never even ONE BIRTHDAY CAKE? Really?
Because of Donald, because of my upbringing and how I managed to go trick-or-treating and have Easter baskets and I am pretty darn solid on who Jesus is and how much He loves us and what all the holidays are about anyhow, we do up our holidays the traditional, rot-your-teeth-out way.
So for those of you that have been asking…yeah…we do get visited by the Easter Bunny. We love every minute of our holiday and we certainly celebrate Jesus in a big, awesome, amazing way that let’s the kiddos know WHO the priority is this holiday season.
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