Do you know why I love Easter?

For starters you get to wear pretty clothes, eat chocolate and in some cases get presents.

I know, that sounds a lot like Valentines Day and Christmas. But take away the disembodied human hearts that seem to float around like Donovan’s  Brain and what do you get? That’s right- in the end even  Valentine’s Day- with all that potential to be more is  just another Holiday.

But Easter?

I don’t care what anyone else thinks

It is a morbid holiday wrapped in pastel colors and delivered to you in a  basket and said  basket is left  by your sleeping defenseless  form by a rabbit that can walk around like a human.

I’ve heard that those bunnies are over six feet tall and that they have magical powers.

Honestly, a reasonable person may think this scenario will not end well.

That’s why I love Easter.

It’s just like Halloween-minus the demons and witches and graveyards of course.

 Personally, I think Easter is Halloween for people who don’t want to admit to themselves they are into the odd and macabre in a very big way 

 Painting  up eggs to make them  up to look happy and then placing them in a decorative way in a  basket?

UGH.

I worked in a Funeral Home.

We called that  process the dressing and casketing  of the dead and if you think I will  be sitting around cracking hardboiled eggs open this Sunday morning you  are SO wrong.

 

When I was a kid-well, to be honest I’d  be doing it to this day if she didn’t live so far away and I hate to drive at night – I used to get up in the middle of the night steal my little sister’s chocolate bunny out of her basket and sneak out into the hall with it.

Then I would bust off the bunny ears and eat just one- I’d share the other with my dog or brother.

The rule was whoever got there first got the ear.

Then I would put the earless bunny back into her basket.

I can’t help but to feel that of all of my sins if I were to make it to the Pearly Gates THAT is the one that will keep me out of heaven and this is why…

My sister’s name is Esther and when we used to call her ” The Esther Bunny “

 

I read this to my husband and I asked him if he thought it was funny.

He said, ” its funny as Hell “

I was a little concerned at that line.

So I said ” but you weren’t laughing.”

He told me he was laughing on the inside.

Yeah, you do that I thought to myself as I laughed  ( on the inside ) at the thought of his earless – soon to be headless chocolate bunny waiting to visit him Easter Morning.