Dear Easter Bunny,

I guess I can understand why you didn’t come last year. I mean, I know I’m a little too old for you now, but I would appreciate something on my bedside table when I get up on Easter Day. Even the year before last, when both you and I knew that I had outgrown your fun and games, you stopped by to put a chocolate bunny next to my pillow. That was really nice, and delicious.
I know it was the highest recorded snowfall in the history of the Upper Valley last year and the weather probably wasn’t much to your liking, but I still expected a small present from you. So, even though I moved to the middle of nowhere, and I know it’s a trek to get all the way out here, could you try to make it this year? I’ll make sure to have my driveway plowed before then to make it easier for you. There’s a “Dolph” sign at the end of it if that helps.
When I was a kid, I got a kick out of the hide-and-seek the egg games. I spent hours doing that before my parents made me sit down and eat some breakfast. But, I think you needed to give my parents better directions or something. They pretended like they knew where all the eggs were, but they didn’t. They even had it down by how many of each color there were, but that didn’t help. If I asked for help, they’d tell me to keep looking and I would eventually find it. They just didn’t want to be embarrassed by looking and not finding anything either.
I think maybe a map would help, a detailed, colored map that shows the location of each egg. It’s really disappointing if you don’t find them all at the end of the day. It’s like Easter Day is incomplete. Plus, it’s really gross when you find them three years later, covered in dust and mold, lodged behind your refrigerator. A map would be the best idea. That way my parents wouldn’t have to be embarrassed by not knowing where the eggs are.
I think it’s time you invented a new egg for dyeing. Raw eggs don’t work. We bought a kit one year that let you stick faces and hats on the eggs you dyed. They turned out so nice that we left them on the mantelpiece to look at and admire. We forgot about them quickly, but it started to smell after a few weeks and my cousin and I went out on the street to smash them to bits. Wouldn’t it be nice to have an egg where there wasn’t a need to smash them because they’re rotten? What if they’re works of art? Boiled eggs last longer, but they still go bad. Draining eggs is very difficult and I usually end up breaking them. I think you’re next task should be to create an egg that stays fresh forever and still looks authentic enough when dyed.
Anyways, hope to see you in March. Dark chocolate is my favorite, in case you wanted to know.

Cecilia