As a family, we don't celebrate Easter in a particular way, apart from the very prosaic but highly magical chocolate egg hunt that happens first thing in the morning, followed by the very meticulous but highly fraternal division of the loot, because one year it was remarked that keeping all the eggs together was in fact unjust, since someone eats chocolate eggs in a ridiculously short time (claimed one brother), while someone else prefers to keep them ad infinitum (claimed the other brother).
Hence, after all the eggs have been discovered in the sneaky places where the Easter Bunny hid them in the night (this Easter Bunny has a tricky job, as she needs to hide some within reach of a seven-year-old, and others much higher up for her teen boys, who claim to play along only for their little sister's sake, but who, in truth, seem just as excited about the hunt), the ritual lengthy division and negotiation of chocolate eggs begins among the three siblings. The egg hunt and its aftermath last a long time chez nous, at Easter.
By then, it's about lunch time, and afterwards we take a walk. This year, the grim weather let up just in time, and out we went in rain boots. And we all happily hopped about.