It has
always been a two day affair
Easter
With a
defined and distinct split
I never
felt confused
Never had
to get hung up
On the
moral or spiritual dilemma
Concerning
what I was celebrating
On the one
hand there is the insane holiday
Where
children run about
In a
chocolate fueled demented rage
Marauding
over hill and dale
Relentless
and driven
Believing
in large fluffy rabbits
Who, possessed
of sentient thought
And
mischievous natures,
Drop
painted hard-boiled eggs
Across
the countryside willy-nilly
Just so we
could all dress up
In a
variety of pastel colors
To have a
big family picnic
On the
Saturday before Easter
It is a
journey of the absurd
But there
is chocolate
There is
sugar
There is a
day outside with family
Without
the drama of Thanksgiving
Or Christmas
Then
Sunday rolls around
That’s
Easter
So distinct
I grew up with odd continuity
Remember them
being weeks apart
By Saturday
night all the candy was gone
Everyone fell
into a proper coma
To be
reborn on Sunday morning
The mythical
celebration but a memory
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