I’ve always loved Easter because it marks the time when you start to see some proper Spring-like weather, you get time off school/work and I get to demonstrate my almost supernatural ability to eat vast amounts of chocolate eggs in a single sitting. I have a lot of happy memories of it as a child.
But I feel it is important at this time of year not to lose sight of the very real spiritual meanings of the festival. It all started way back in the mists of time and dawn of the dinosaurs when the Roman goddess Ovulus, goddess of lady functions and hens and stuff like that, first got with the gigantic bunny-shaped Greek god of all depravity, days off work and licentiousness, Choculatus. From this we get the tradition of feasting on moulded chocolate eggs full of great-tasting treats inside, to celebrate the (ahem) coming together of the divine beings and the invention of the four-day weekend.
We must not forget these origins, or we will all be poorer for it. True story.
645 Down (still).