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How The Meaning Of Easter Has Changed Over the Years

Well the weather's warming up and Easter is almost upon us. You know, when you think about it, the meaning of Easter has changed significantly over the years. Easter, and the days leading up to it, not unlike Christmas, started out as a religious observance.
Some folks still hold fervently to the religious aspects associated with Easter.

But at some point the focus shifted from someone who rose from the dead to a rabbit carrying eggs. Yeah, the Easter Bunny grew in popularity matched only by Santa Claus. Now imagine how Jesus Christ must feel when the occasion of his birth is eclipsed by a fat bearded guy in a red suit and the occasion of his death is better known for some giant rabbit leaving confections to rot kids' teeth.

Other emerging traditions associated with Easter include painting eggs...

And the ever-popular easter egg hunt...
Boy oh boy, the meaning of easter has sure changed down through the ages...

But it's nice to see some people are returning to the religious aspects associated with Easter.


You're hilarious.

I love Easter. It's my chance once a year to get nailed and paint eggs, all in one weekend!
nonamedufus said…
Mary: Beats getting painted and nailing eggs, I suppose.
Carl said…
The bunny's butt hurts picture is priceless. Hahahahaha...
Quirkyloon said…
I loved the old couple joke! Very funny!

I loved all of it, but I confess I didn't watch the video.

Does that make me a bad blog follower?

Say it ain't so! heh heh
HawaiianPun said…
Haha, oh man. You've hit the nail on the head. I actually got so fed up with Easter's ridiculous commercialism a couple years ago that I wrote an entire column about it that was miraculously (and I use the term loosely) published in a local paper. Feel free to check it out at Sweet Jesus! if you're ever abnormally bored one day.
nonamedufus said…
Quirky: Aw the vid was the piece de resistance. Sorry about your ADD.

HP: I'll get back to you if I'm feeling abnormal...
Deb said…
I watched the video. You will burn in Hell, front row, center, for all of eternity for posting that, which makes am very happy that I'll be sitting next to someone I know.
OMG - that video was hilarious, awesome and horrible all wrapped into one.


And I've seen that chocolate bunny one (My Butt hurts/ What?) beofre and it STILL cracks me up!
nonamedufus said…
Deb: I'm glad to know I'll be in such good company.

NGIP: Deb and I'll save some room for you.

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