When I was growing up the Easter Bunny visited our house
Friday night. I think ideologically it
was because my parents had no objection to hidden eggs and chocolate bunnies,
but wanted to spend Easter Sunday focused on the resurrection of Jesus
Christ. I think pragmatically it was
because getting to church on time was difficult enough without hunting eggs
first.
I don’t remember how my parents explained the altered
schedule of festivities. I do remember
that since I received a basket of goodies earlier than any of my classmates I
assumed that my family had our very own Easter Bunny. And my childhood mind concluded that if we
had our own Easter Bunny we must have actually had an entire complement of magical
characters specific to our little family.
I was certain that there was a tooth fairy assigned to us
exclusively. And, of course, we had our
very own personal Santa Claus. I believed
that our Santa had a north pole, a sleigh, flying reindeer including Rudolph,
and an army of elves in a workshop making toys.
But it was all just for me, my parents, and my siblings.
Other people had a different Santa.
I never wondered how Santa made it to all the houses in the whole world
in one night because our Santa had only one family to visit
As I look back I am convinced that my childhood fantasies
were the height of narcissism.
2 comments:
awesome. For real.
I asked mom and dad the same thing about the easter bunny! They told me that he had to make a few early stops to make sure that he got to everyone before easter.
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