Secondly, my Mum reminded me of one year where she went a little crazy with the trap (in a good way, I assure you). Rather than just have the box down with the chocolate coins inside for me to find, she had cut a shamrock into the side of the box, where the Leprechaun had escaped. Not only that, she had sprinkled the entire area with green glitter, like he'd used his magic shamrock powers to escape. LOL!
Now, I know some people would look at all of these traditions and think they are over the top...and maybe to a degree they are. But not in a bad way, in my opinion. I mean, how can you think something is stupid if it created the sense of magic that should be a part of childhood? My parents succeeded completely in making my childhood magical. No, I didn't believe in Leprechauns till a ridiculous age (of course not). However, I believed in the magic and the fun of pretending to believe in them. My parents encouraged magic. My parents encouraged imagination. And for that, I will be forever grateful.