Maybe I really don’t have a heart. Maybe it is just a dark spot in my chest. A black hole of emotion, if you will.
I am sure you are all aware it was Easter over the weekend. There are two sides to the holiday – a Christian celebration or the commercialized side. Most people pick one or the other, or there is some kind of mingling of the two.
Sometimes celebrations bring out the curmudgeon in me. I don’t know why. It just does.
As I was wandering the yard and the grandkids, nieces, and nephews were hunting for candy and change filled plastic eggs I realized this is a really stupid practice. The whole dying eggs, or filling plastic ones, hiding them (or dropping them in plain sight) and then “finding” them – what a dumb ritual.
OK, I can hear the groans and eye rolls from here. “C’mon, it’s fun for the littles!”you say. It might be and their smiles might be a sign of the enjoyment. But I still don’t like it or enjoy it. I did it for my daughter when she was really little, but I didn’t especially enjoy it.
I know. I am an old, un-fun fogey. A grump. A curmudgeon.
Anyone else have a strong dislike for this Easter Egg hunt thing?