When I was little, my parents used to hide Easter eggs in our garden every year on Easter Sunday morning. It was always very exciting. Once the eggs were hidden away, they would call my little brother and me:
“The Easter Bunny was just here and hid some chocolate eggs in the garden. Quick! Quick! If you hurry, you might still see him!”
We would rush out with excitement … but we always missed him!
Except for one year, when I was convinced that I saw the Easter Bunny’s woolly tail as he jumped over the wall to our neighbours. I was beside myself with excitement. “I saw him! I saw him!”
My eldest brother and sister laughed at me while my little brother just looked on with big eyes. I insisted on seeing him.
It was then that they cheekily told us that the Easter Bunny did not exist. I refused to believe them, though, and I stuck to my story. I know what I saw! And I will not be told otherwise!
And so the Easter Bunny continued to visit our house every year – it’s these little traditions that create great childhood memories.
Many years down the line I saw the Easter Bunny again, but this time, it was in Zürich, Switzerland – the world’s chocolate capital. I was on my way back home from a work trip and had some time to kill at Zürich Airport. It was shortly after Easter and didn’t take me long to find my way to the Lindt Chocolate Shop.
What attracted me, besides the fabulous chocolate, was the display of Lindt Gold Bunny soft toys in the shop’s window. Inside the shop there were even more of the cute bunnies, happily huddling together in beautiful big baskets. They were calling my name and I simply could not resist.
OK, so maybe they were not the Easter Bunny, but they’re definitely related – must be all the little nieces and nephews? After stocking up on some chocolate, I decided I had to adopt one of the bunnies (it helped that I was getting a nice post-Easter discount too). But which one?
The shop assistant and I had lots of fun choosing the right bunny for me (while her colleague was just bemused at our silliness). We even gave it a name, Schnucki (which means ‘sweetie pie’ or ‘darling’ in German), and I had to solemnly promise that I would look after it well. She put my new bunny in a beautiful chocolate brown gift bag that was to be its home until we arrived safely in South Africa.
Ever year around Easter, little Schnucki gets to be the centrepiece of my Easter decorations. If you ever were to visit my house, remember to look under its tummy for the delicious chocolate eggs it’s hiding.
As you can see, I still have a very vivid imagination, and I still have a love for chocolate eggs and Lindt bunnies. May you be showered with chocolate this Easter and, if you celebrate the special message of Easter, may the miracle of Easter bring you renewed hope, faith, love and joy.
Disclaimer: This blog post was not sponsored by Lindt – I wish! I am just addicted to their chocolate, that’s all.