I told my son about the Swedish Ester traditions I grew up with. He didn't belive me. "Witches at Easter?! What? Flying to Blue Mountain to light bonfires?" "Yes! And all the children dress up as little witches to deliver easter cards to friends and family!" "Scary black witches with green faces?" "No! Not that kind of witch! More like a russian doll kind of witch, nice looking. Cute, with rosy cheaks." He couldn't quite grasp it... I might have to make a picture.