Easter Stories

Ah, it’s Easter morning and you’re watching the little ones fumble around the house looking behind every door and every cabinet for their Easter basket. You get a little rise out of watching the rugrats start to panic when they can’t find it, don’t you? Come on, admit it.

But the point of Easter is not to make the lil’ ones think the Easter Bunny doesn’t love them. It’s hard enough for them to deal with Santa Claus never eating the cookies they leave. So don’t hide the basket on the top shelf of the closet or in the attic.

When they realize their siblings have found their baskets, they’ll just burst into tears. Oh no, the Easter Bunny forgot them. Then you have to guide them, showing you know where it is. The jig is up.

Stephanie Szuda

For most young children, Easter is not about religion and going to church. Typically, children will climb out of bed and take off looking for the all important presents. These presents may or may not be obtained through a traditional Easter egg hunt. These eggs, once obtained, could contain anything from dollar bills and change to colorful jelly beans or some other form of sugary goodness.

Other noteworthy presents that may be given on Easter Sunday include coloring books, chocolate bunnies and basically whatever else the parents may decide to spoil their kids with.

Now, if you were spoiled like me, you probably didn’t wake up to just one or two presents. You probably work up to multiple presents, which may have included things like CDs, movies, video games, and/or other various forms of entertainment.

Matt Lee

I was traumatized as a child because of the hideous dresses my parents used to make me wear on Easter Sunday. These weren’t just regular dresses. They came equipped with a lovely floral print, frills and lace in the most awkward places, and of course, a bonnet. What kind of Easter get-up is complete without a bonnet? A bogus one. I have since learned to move on with my life, but I will never be the same. Let me put it this way — I can’t stand the sight of a frilly gown without puking a little in my mouth.

Rachel Davis