ON MY SOAPBOX..My Annual Easter Message

Steffany Kisling - Bahía de San Francisco y alrededores, Estados Unidos | Perfil profesional | LinkedIn
WRITTEN BY: SHEILA TOLLEY

 

As I grow older, I wonder more about little things than I did at an earlier age. Little things that I have merely accepted throughout my life.

I can understand the giving of gifts at Christmas. After all, the Wise Men did take gifts to baby Jesus. I am not clear how the fat man in the red suit fits into the picture. That is just one of those things that I accepted.

I am totally lost on the Easter situation. I believed for many years that I must have had some chapters missing from my Bible. I started looking at other Bibles and sure enough, they were just like mine. Nowhere in there does it mention a rabbit. I can go along with an Easter Angel but not Peter Cottontail. Why did they pick an animal that does not lay eggs, then use eggs as the symbol. I am so confused. I think credit should be given where credit is due. It is not fair for the chicken to do the work while the rabbit gets all the credit! It would have worked out just as well with a chicken anyway.

Here comes Peter Feathertail
Strutting down the chicken trail.
Struttity, strut, strut
Easter’s on the way.

We are asking for trouble if we do not show proper appreciation. The chickens may quit laying eggs at Easter. I heard Santa is already losing some of his elves to Keebler. They did not get enough credit and he expected them to support a family of elves while working only one month a year. Rumor on the street is they enjoy the hollow trees much more than the North Pole. It is much warmer and they get all the free cookies they can eat.

Enjoy your Easter Day…run along and hide the pretty eggs.

AND FEED THE CHICKENS!

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