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Blog Entry 9 of 13 Simon Says
Dear my Jeffco and Denver peeps, welcome to my blog (or aptly referred to as my collective subconscious). Here, and only here, I'll write about...well, whatever I want, norm boundaries permitting of course. So, sit back, chill, and let me tell you a thing or two about a thing or two...

The Easter Bunny cometh; his name is Ernie


Now that St. Patrick's Day 2009 is in the history books (hopefully everyone had a safe and wonderfully Irish holiday), many will be preparing for the next on the list of holidays: Easter Sunday.

As a child, I remember my grandfather, Ernie, loved ever so much to play games with the Moya kids on holidays - and no holiday more so than Easter.

"Simon, Tawnee (my sister), come out here! You've got to see this!" he would shout from our patio in the month of April.

Ever the curious children, we would both immediately ditch whatever activity we were engaging in and head out to see what grandpa was so excited about.

"What is it, grandpa?" we would ask frantically and with a youthful excitement.

"I think the Easter bunny was just here!"

"No. Way. Where is he?" I would ask.

"I don't know. I was in the kitchen when I thought I heard something out here on the patio. Look around. Maybe he left something." (Grandpa later remarked that it was the most difficult thing for him not to crack a smile during moments like these; moments when he'd be putting us on.)

"Look!" Tawnee shouts. "He left some Easter eggs!"

Low and behold, eggs of so many different colors were everywhere; in the bushes, behind porch chairs; just everywhere.

Then, true to form, grandpa would trick us once more on a whole other level.

"Feel them. They're warm!" he would say wide-eyed, holding an Easter egg out for us to touch.

"They are!" my sister and I would shout back after leaping behind a shrub to snag one.

Only later did he confess that just before hiding them in the shrubbery, he would boil them. That trickster.

"Go and see if you can find him. He's gotta still be around here somewhere!"

We never did find that Easter Bunny. I'm still looking intently to this day. Apparently he's somewhat abnormally tall, white, fluffy and he's a bouncer.

Across the front range, oodles of families will soon be partaking in many different Easter Sunday festivities. Be sure to grab your notepad, your digital camera and document all the fun that occurs.

Once you've uploaded your story and photos to your computer, post them here at YourHub.com and share your day's activities with us. All submissions are considered for our weekly print edition.

Kindly,

-Simon

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