This year, thanks to a courtesy care-package that Mom lovingly sent from the good ol' U.S. of A., I celebrated by decapitating marshmallow bunnies with my teeth (images far too gory for this blog).
The marshmallow bunny massacre continued by drowning them in a sea of molten hot chocolate.
No one can help you, Marshmallow Bunny. NO ONE.
So, how do you deal with Resurrection Day?
Barb the French Bean