I remember that in my youth, Easter and egg dying, hunting and all that was absolutely wonderous to me. And I'm really glad that my family encouraged my youthful imagination... my brother putting on a bunny suit and pretending to deliver eggs.
Also, the messages from Santa, thanking us for the cookies and milk that we left for him.
Today, I'm more thankful that my mother and grandmother instilled me with a reverence for God... but I still hold fond memories of the trivial fun and excitement of me, as a child... the two seemed to have produced a pleasing "someone" to God... IMHO.