When I was a kid, it’d have to be Memorial Day. All the extended family would convene at the old family cemetery to decorate the graves. That isn’t the weird thing… the weird thing was we treated it as a family reunion and picnicked together among the head stones.
My siblings and I are all in our 30s and we still get visits from the Easter Bunny. We go through our baskets in front of our mom and talk about how much we enjoy our gifts from ‘the bunny’. I wasn’t able to be with my family this year so my Easter basket shower up in a FedEx box. Chocolate is chocolate, I’ve got no problems with this tradition.
My MIL gives us all presents from “Santa”. I’m pushing 50. She thought it was hilarious when I started doing it back to her (“why is Santa’s handwriting different on this tag??”)
Haha, that’s great, your MIL sound fun. We’ve all been ‘bunny’s assistant’ over the years (helping to buy stuff) but maybe next Easter mom will get her own basket!