Twas' the day of Easter and six kids ran a muck. The baskets were laid on the counter with care, full of green grass and treats galore. "Which one is mine?" said the littlest one, with wonder.The eggs were hidden outside with great care. Not a parent was involved in the great egg hunt. The Young Women were the culprits in this "egging."
With snow on the ground and sunshine abound, weather was not a factor in the Egg Hunt of '08.
With a crack and a crunch the candy was eaten, not a single egg left, not a bunny ear to be found.
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Fun was found at the beach. Bunny ears eaten. Candy smeared on faces.
The villagers rejoiced.
As we walked into the church building yesterday, I noticed that Danny was carrying his 'Easter Box" - he was disappointed when we told him to put it back in the van.
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