The Easter Bunny

You think I’m just about candy and pastel baskets? Oh, honey. I’m the pulse of rebirth, the quiet riot against winter’s grump. I’ve outlasted empires and disco and every single ‘Easter sunrise service’ ever. My ears hear every ‘Mom, is the Bunny *real*?’ and I answer with a trail of jellybean crumbs. You wanna know my secret? Not the eggs—*the belief*. That’s the magic. You stop believing, the world gets a little grayer. But as long as you hide a chocolate bunny under your couch, I’ll be there. Boing.