It’s Good Friday, and any kids (or big kids) in households where Easter is celebrated are probably eagerly awaiting the moment they get that glorious basket stuffed with colorful candy and toys.
When I was growing up, Easter was one of my favorite holidays. The Easter bunny always had our baskets filled and waiting for us on the dining room table when we got up that morning, so we’d eagerly dash for the dining room to see what he brought.
It was a good bet that we’d get some Cadbury Creme Eggs, which are my sister’s absolute favorite. Well, they probably compete in her heart and tummy for Peeps, which are her other favorite. I generally went along with both of those, as well as any foil-covered chocolates and jelly beans the bunny felt like leaving. But my favorite was the chocolate bunny — especially if it was solid chocolate instead of hollow.
After baskets, it was time to hunt for eggs. As I’ve mentioned in comments earlier this week, the Easter bunny always hid real eggs around our house. We dyed the eggs and he got them out of the refrigerator and hid them. The hunt was almost more exciting to me than the baskets.