
Us Christians have to admit: the Easter Bunny is a great secular ploy to teach our children the wrong meaning of Easter. We can thank German immigrants in the 1700s for bringing this little Paganisitc celebration to our shores. Sure, they meant well, and at that time, most Germans were Christians, but being trapped indoors during those long winters, they came up with an idea to amuse their children. I assume kids in those days got on their parents’ nerves and were a bit bratty.
Their rabbit, which was a German Hare, was said to lay actual eggs, which were given as gifts to family, or small trophies to placate their children. Once the tradition wormed its way into American society, it became a cute bunny rabbit buying eggs from hard-working chickens, then selling them to parents, who, in turn, hid them under bushes, on playground equipment, and in tall grass for their kids to find. Once found, they were placed in a woven basket with fake green or yellow grass to be put aside for later consumption. The chocolate bunny, invented by Hershey, came later and added to the cavity count. My favorites were Peeps, the tiny marshmallow chicks that melted in my greedy little mouth. They never mentioned the Yellow Dye 44 that might kill you later in life. But that was the 1950s, and even doctors blew cigarette smoke in your face. Nothing killed you back then; we were all safe.
My cousins and I hunted many eggs and became quite good at spotting them. My grandmother used real eggs that we kids decorated and later ate with salt and pepper; the Peeps came later.
I will admit to being a part of this tradition. My two boys bought right into it. So what’s a Dad to do? I put the Easter Rabbit up there with Santa Claus, The Tooth Fairy, Sasquatch, Godzilla, Invaders from Mars, and Pod People.
This Sunday, families will get together for a meal and a nice visit, and then, if kids are present, they will likely do the Bunny egg thing. I get it. We all have done it and will keep doing it until something better comes along.
That something better is Jesus.
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Not big on Easter festivities. Never, even as a kid I recall. Raised Baptist but got what religion I accepted from attending Latin mass with my Polish grandmother. Today amazed that anti-evolutionist Protestant parents I know are all-out Easter Huntwise. I find myself hunting for cards missing from the deck in play.
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Yeah, me and Momo feel the same.
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As a child, I preferred to bite the head off a chocolate bunny rather than a peep. Loved your last sentence! 🙂
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Thank you, Nancy. I too went for the head and bunny ears.
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Well said. I’ve never been a fan of peeps, even with the Dr. Pepper flavor or fiery hot cinnamon. Chocolate bunnies? I’m first to the store on Monday morning.
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I think I’ll have a big feed of “Peeps” this weekend. I forgot all about those babies.
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I think bunnies should be reserved strictly for playboys. As for eggs, they were specifically created for throwing at houses. Slap me if I’m wrong!
(OUCH!)
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Right on all accounts.
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I liked coloring the eggs and making a huge mess and I liked hunting them but I would give them away…unless they were chocolate!
Yea I’m Church of Christ…no Easter for me! lol.
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We will hide the eggs for two of the grandies, but this will likely be the last time. They don’t believe in any of it anymore. Momo and I are Episcopal and we don’t buy into it either, thus the story you read. Have a peaceful Sunday with your family.
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Same to you Phil!
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