The Hunter's Games

Last sunday was Easter Sunday, and let me just say, I LOVE Easter. It's one of my favorite holidays. Why, you ask? Well, I'll tell you. Here, we, go.

So first, you wake up you can smell the scent of eggs being cooked mixed with bacon on the skillet. When you come down the stairs you see a basket on the table. In the basket is a bunch of candies; cadbury eggs, sweetarts, ring pops, snickers, taffy, and chocolates. In the back of the basket is usually a DVD, book, or cool/funny shirt that the parents or another sibling picked out.

After breakfast you and your family part ways, doing whatever it is you do in your spare time. Usually around one the rest of the family (aunts, cousins, uncles) come over for lunch/dinner. Some leave or come later because they're family hopping.

The lunch is a buffet style, some of the family stays and eats at the table (Grandma, grandpa, mom, and aunts) some do downstairs and watch TV while eatting (Dad, brothers, me, cousin, sometimes uncle) And some stay in the foyer area where there are couches and chairs (Everyone else).

After mostly everyone is done eatting it's time for the egg hunt. Usually my brother and dad hide them. The thing is though, our yard has barely any hiding places so the eggs are just scattered in the yards (front and back).

Let me explain something real fast. The youngest person in our family (besides the five week old baby) is thirteen, and the oldest is...thirty-four.

So, everyone who wants to play gets baskets and on the count of three leaps off the porch to gather the colorful plastic candy stuffed eggs.

My family doesn't stop at that though, we push and shove, and steal eggs out of others baskets, and tip some baskets over. It's all in good fun and sport.

This year my brother tripped and ripped a tear in his brand new jeans.

We come back in, take the candies from the eggs and put the empty eggs and baskets in a large tub so they're ready for next year.

Then we eat a little more and bring out dessert. Then we have a poker game downstairs at the game table. This year I learned how to play, and I was doing pretty good, until my dad tried to help.

Around ten everyone is gone, taking some food with them for the next day. And we are left to gorge on candy before going to sleep.

I love Easter, and I love my family. I hope you guys had a good Easter, and if you don't celebrate it, I hope you had a good Sunday. :)

From my corner to your heart, K.