Hey, Piffka,
It takes a poet to appreciate a poet.
I must share with you an Easter bunny favorite of my as told to me by my sister.
A health care colleague of my sister was required by the state to visit homes that were designated as poverty stricken. In one of the homes that she visited, one of the children ran up to her and asked that if they went to Sunday school on Easter, would they receive an Easter basket.
The health worker, upon her return to home base, immediately went out and bought seven Easter baskets, one for each child in the family.
She then made a special trip to the home and was greeted by the same child, who upon spying the baskets screamed to the other kids:
Hey, younguns. Look at this. She's bought every one of us a "God Damn" Easter basket. Somehow, that truly affected me as the real meaning of Easter, and as I think about it, a genuine smile of the heart.