A week from now, Easter 2014 will have arrived, with all the pastel sweetness we’ve come to expect from the commercialization of this holiday. Are you ready?
Have I mentioned lately that I work in retail? No? Fabulous. I work in retail. Because of that, I’m already blinded by the pre-filled baskets, shiny plastic eggs, and miscellaneous paraphernalia of The Bunny’s return.
Supposedly, this started out as a religious holiday. In the retail world, little evidence remains. The focus is on gift-giving, dying eggs, and filling the perfect basket. Much as I mock the tradition, I will–at some point this week–subject myself to a round of shopping. I’ll get the plastic grass that will linger in remote corners of my house for months to come. I will stuff candy into eggs, and “hide” them where a four year old is capable of finding them. I will arrange a basket to showcase the gifts inside.
We don’t just do candy! How archaic! No, there must be gift cards and toys. Maybe a bubble wand or a package of pastel chalk off to the side, a large solid milk chocolate bunny front and center, some jelly beans (although no one ever eats them).
I will decorate this basket until the wee hours of the morn, stressing over placement, before I finally wrap the whole thing in a colorful cellophane shell that will be ripped to shreds in seconds. Then, I’ll hurry back to bed for a quick hour of sleep before it’s time to “celebrate.”
I am, honestly, disgusted with myself. This knowledge changes nothing…and that kind of disgusts me, too. I comfort myself with the knowledge that I will first take the time to be thankful. To reflect on the true spirit of the holiday. To celebrate in more than a superficial, monetary way.
Then, and only then, will I sicken myself with chocolate.