Happy Easter! (If you celebrate. If not, Happy Sunday!)
I think the big question here is, did the Easter Bunny make it to our house, on time, this year?
Yes, this is an actual question in our household.
Folks, he’s been late before.
I know!
What?!
Don’t look at me!
I can’t control a giant bunny!
And, as I have explained to my children, Santa is spoiled. There. I said it.
Well, he is!
He has a troop of little creep creatures elves doing all of his work for him. A team of reindeer to cart his belly full of jelly (no judgement here. I have one, too. Just replace jelly with wine, and we are practically the same person) around the entire world.
And, let’s not forget his biggest luxury.
His sleigh.
Does the poor Easter Bunny have any of that?
No!
He just has to keep hoppin’ along.
All by himself.
Delivering eggs.
Yes. Eggs. Bunnies and eggs go together like… My belly and jelly… I am sure he is just as confused as we are. I mean, the fellow must be a wee bit out of sorts.
Confused, if you will.
So, it’s no wonder that sometimes he is a day… Or two… late to some of our houses.
Who can blame the guy?
Maybe he stopped and took a nap. The urge does run in his family. We’ve all read about his famous whiny little cousin in “The Tortoise And The Hare.”
And his Uncle (incidentally not the father of “The Hare” above), The March Hare from “Alice in Wonderland.”
That dude always thinks it’s tea time.
In that very same story, his Great Grandfather, The White Rabbit, almost ruins everything with his messed up pocket watch, and his silly little excuse of a chant, “I’m late! I’m late! For a very important date!”
Can we all see the connection here?
It could have carried over into The Easter Bunny’s genes.
I mean, why not?
His whole entire family of rabbits have some seriously poor time management skills.
Let’s cut the giant dude some slack.
I know I will.
Poor Easter Bunny.
