"It's my personal view, based on a discussion with Public Health [Services] this morning, that the Easter Bunny can be classed as an essential traveller and therefore will be in the state over Easter and able to deliver Easter eggs." Peter Gutwein, Tasmanian Premier
Every year we have an Easter egg hunt in our spacious grounds. All of the grandchildren, parents and grandparents gather for the Great Easter Egg Hunt followed by lunch. The children throw themselves into it as does my husband who sends elaborate messages to the children from the Easter Bunny and his assistant/nephew Alfred. And there is also a map although this is largely unnecessary. Little children intent on finding as many eggs as possible are not going to stop to look at a map. I guess at the end of the hunt it is useful to see if you have missed out on somewhere. Adults are on hand to help the littlest ones actually find some whilst the big ones mostly get there first. It's a trick to get the littlest ones to go in the opposite direction. And nowadays we also have to think harder about where to hide some that are more difficult to find for the older ones. Surprisingly perhaps, we sometimes find the odd egg in the months to come when weeding or just generally rummaging around in the garden.
Our grandchildren are actually very generous. After the hunt they come inside for the grand sharing out process. All the eggs are put on the table and then through some magical process of sorting - by size and colour I think, they are shared out. There is even a bowl for 'the poor children', which is left behind. The sharing out was either suggested by them or very happily endorsed by them all - even those who had most of the eggs. The eggs for the poor children mostly just get snaffled by my chocoholic husband, but last year, feeling guilty about it and in response to questions from the grandchildren as to what happened to them, I was good and put them in the foodshare bin at the supermarket. I noticed that several other people had done the same.
But what to do this year? We started talking about it yesterday after a FaceTime with the grandchildren, during which the children were talking excitedly about Easter and the Easter bunny. Their father said Easter was not happening this year, but was laughingly mocked by his older daughter (now 12) who said "Daddy doesn't understand Easter." And she is right. I am absolutely sure that she, and possibly her sister and cousins too, no longer believe in the Easter Bunny, although their small 4 year old brother probably does. But the older ones love the charade and they love the hunt and so do not want to miss it. But what to do?
Well this morning we had our own little Easter surprise from one of our neighbours. (I don't know which one.) The note was in one of those little plastic takeawy boxes, with, as he says, some hygienic gloves and small bundle of Easter eggs. You may not be able to read it, so here is what it says:
My name is Roger, and I am the Easter Bunny's personal assistant in charge of Wild Cherry Drive for all safe, hygienic and sterile deliveries of Easter Eggs. And because bunnies now have to hop 1.5 meters apart, we've had to start deliveries early.
Easter Bunny wanted to make sure you knew that this package was prepared with the highest of hygiene standards: everything was wiped clean with disinfectant wipes and my paws were also cleaned thoroughly with 99% antiseptic hand wash. And this is the very first year we've included a FREE! disposable glove, for your safety and reassurance.
We hope you all have a happy stay-at-home Easter. Stay well and don't scoff your eggs too quickly as it may make you feel unwell and then panic will set in. I rest my case.
Happy Easter to you all!
We have some very lovely neighbours here. I'm guessing this might be from a family with two low teens children. It might have been something to keep them busy. Anyway I love it. And by the way there are no small children in our street, just teenagers, young adults and otherwise oldies.
I'm really not sure how we can make sure that our grandchildren can still have the pleasure of the Easter Bunny thing yet, but maybe this letter is a start. Easier to deliver to our nearby little ones, a bit trickier for those in the city.
Small children everywhere are anxious about this. Apparently the Tasmanian premier issued that statement at the top of the page in response to emails he had received from anxious children worried that the Easter Bunny would not be allowed in.
Isn't it wonderful how this crisis is bringing out so much creativity and so much generosity - as well as humour?