The Easter Bunny is by far the freakiest mascot/character thingy ever. I used to have dreams, well into my pre-teen years of a possessed Easter bunny with bleeding red eyes and huge fangs. He sneaks into your house to give you poisoned chocolate and put bombs that look like Easter eggs into your Easter basket. It is still hard for me to want to love the Easter Bunny. But out of the goodness of my heart, I am trying not to ruin it for my children. I guess if you really think about it, a big fat guy who doesn't shave, who comes into your house in the dead of winter and has an unnatural love for small children isn't any better..... Oh Childhood, if only the innocence would last a little longer. If only imagination would transfer into reality....sometimes, not always.
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