I'm Mediterranean and Celtic, raised Catholic (obviously) so Easter is a big deal with my family.
The thing is my parents are divorced. My father has actually invited my mother to his house for Easter, and she went one year, and intentionally made everyone feel uncomfortable. She picks at my father (even though they've been divorced for decades, she was remarried and she still refuses to get over it) and although he's very polite to her, she's a PITA. She makes everyone uncomfortable. He still invites her every year, though. She usually ends up going to my cousins' which I don't really see as a problem, but she does.
So, every Easter, I get a fucking guilt trip from her, "Well, at least your cousin John is willing to let me be the 3rd wheel at his
house." (And IMO, her family can pick up some of the slack.) WTF? We see HER on Thanksgiving and I don't see my dad that day, and he doesn't complain about it. I have Christmas, and Mother's Day (I have not had a restful Mother's Day since I became a mother, because I'm waiting on my mother and his. But, this year, our middle daughter is graduating from University, (whose idea was it to schedule graduation on Mother's Day?) so I don't know what we're going to do.)
When I was a kid, it was a HUGE deal. We'd start eating at about 9:00 (right after Church, High Mass....LONG church) and not stop all day. My cousins and I would have an Easter Egg hunt (one year with chocolate eggs, and my aunt said she was finding eggs into summer) and we had a blast. The families had a feud, so it kind of sucks now. We go to my dad's, which is OK. But, it's mostly my step mom's family. They're nice people, but they're not really MY people. I like the years better when we just go to a fancy restaurant and have a huge buffet. Then I don't have to remember the names of people I really don't know.
I usually make baskets with either real grass or moss and my kids get a few small things and a little bit of candy. (No. That's a lie. TOO MUCH candy. We just threw away some of last year's candy when we cleaned the pantry last week.) I make them up, gather the moss, put it in dirt in the baskets, fill the plastic eggs, (I try to get the Man to help me) and put them on the table for the kids to open in the morning. Usually their boy friends get one, too.