And I did. I found out where Mom and Dad hid our Christmas presents. I did not want to wait. Whether my brother or sister forced upon me the destruction of my belief in Santa by showing me the hidden wrapped presents, or if I suspected that gifts were to be discovered and not awaited, I cannot recall. But I do remember the banishment of the word later .
Easter is different.
Its secret, its gift, is not as easy to find. I was reading behind the barn on Good Friday. There was not a cloud in the sky. The brown paths through the woods were turning green with growth. The sounds of birds and squirrels and insects were all around me.