Easter is here, and my sons are thrilled (for the candy and toys of course!).

I know that my older son surely can’t possibly still believe in the Easter bunny.  Certainly, the idea of a great big bunny who hops all around the neighborhood and hides eggs and baskets full of chocolate and jelly beans and toys is just a bit far fetched. 

It is funny how any and all skeptism seems to melt away in the light of the holiday.  It is as though, just through believing—even if it's only believing the possibility—is all that's needed to insure that a basket will be hidden somewhere.

I suppose this make-believe world, including Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy and today, on Easter Sunday, the magic of the Easter Bunny, will linger on for some time, at least in theory. This will go on until my boys just don’t care much if they get anything for Christmas or Easter—or when they stop losing their teeth! 

The “Puff the Magic Dragon” idealism will live with them until they get to the point that they stop believing that they need to believe. The bunny will still be hopping around the backyard and Santa will keep coming down the chimney until they realize that they will likely get toys and a basket of candy no matter what! 

Thank God for traditions that keep the magic alive in all of our homes for as long as we keep it alive for our kids and our grandkids. And face it, eventually just for ourselves because that is what tradition is all about.