I can hear the papers rustling. The frantic scratch of a coloured pencil. The snip snip snip of little hands carefully cutting their Easter baskets, ready for the Easter Bunny to come and reward them for all their hard work at school.
Little do my class of 20 or so Year 1 students know that I, am in fact, the Easter Bunny, among Santa Claus and everything else in between. The smell of PVA glue fills the air as my students scramble to have their craft projects ready and on the edge of their desks. Waiting to be filled with a yummy hot cross bun and maybe some chocolate eggs…
The Easter Bunny visits their class room early, don’t you know? Usually on a Thursday. They have lots of houses to visit, I tell my class. ‘Just like Santa?’ one of my students pipes up.
‘Yes, just like Santa,’ I respond. They look at me in awe. Santa always seems to get so much of the credit. Let’s not forget the poor old work of the Easter Bunny.