It is t-minus five days after Easter, yet the Easter Bunny lives on inside my refrigerator.

She is a cheerful Victorian-era critter wearing a flowered dress who enjoys doing any number of normally human activities; pushing a pram full of eggs, playing ball with other bunnies, or even playing the trumpet. I know that her likeness graces an individually wrapped square of particularly sweet dark chocolate, but I can’t take my eyes off of the bunny.

This is my lived experience of faith. Since I don’t really have one of my own, nor was I ever initiated into any particular faith, I spend a lot of time baffled at the shapes that religious symbolism takes on. (I dont think I’ll ever be able to wrap my head around Santa Claus.)

Yes, I know. The bunny and the eggs are pagan symbols of fertility and spring that were appropriated by the Christians. (Wikipedia has an interesting East Bunny entry). But when did they turn into chocolate? Chocolate bunnies? Chocolate eggs? My stomach and my brain are seriously confused.

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