Pre-read disclaimer: This is just for fun. I’m making fun of no tradition or belief.
So, I think Easter Bunnies and eggs are a fun tradition, for children in particular, and as for me, all the flowery spring-ish-ness is delightful, coming on the heels of winter. But, let’s face it. Easter Bunny is even more confusing than Santa Claus. Not only does he or she live forever and travel the world in a day, but he’s apparently hugely oversized and lays (okay maybe brings) colored eggs. If the child happens to be from a family that also commemorates that traditions commemoration on the day of Easter, the poor young person may also conclude that these eggs or bunnies (possibly wearing straw hats or bib overalls decorated with daisies) has something to do with raising a person from the dead, and these days most kids associate dead men walking with zombies. Conclusion: if you see the Easter Bunny, run, as someone is surely coming right behind to eat your brains.
Why bunnies and eggs? People ask every year, and of course the answer is “pagan, pre-Christian, all mixed up with a Christian holiday.” Blah blah blah. This year, however, I learned that it is my maternal ancestors who are to blame.
From discovery.com: “According to the University of Florida’s Center for Children’s Literature and Culture, the origin of the celebration — and the origin of the Easter Bunny — can be traced back to 13th-century, pre-Christian Germany, when people worshiped several gods and goddesses. The Teutonic deity Eostra was the goddess of spring and fertility, and feasts were held in her honor on the Vernal Equinox. Her symbol was the rabbit because of the animal’s high reproduction rate.”
Ach, du liebe.
So anyway, the gist is bunnies have about as much to do with resurrection of dead kings as alpha bravo has to do with the revolutionary war. And if you don’t understand why I bring up that last point, visit Rainbow Gold Reviews on facebook.
And finally: HAPPY EASTER!