Easter

It's almost Easter.  It's the holiday that my partner considers a personal holiday.  As we say in our house, "There's only one blessed event here." So, I fill a basket with t-shirts, toys, candy, and other unique ephemera that I have collected all year.  And every year, no matter how much I've collected and how overflowing the basket gets, I want to add more. There's a big hole this basket is meant to fill.