Easter pa­rade

Re­joice, another ex­cuse for a celebrity photo op­por­tu­nity

The Daily Telegraph - Telegraph Magazine - - Wildlife -

AT THIS TIME of year we hear a lot about the real mean­ing of Easter, which I think we can all agree refers to the hu­man in­ge­nu­ity and cre­ativ­ity that un­der­pins this most holy of bank hol­i­days. To wit: how did the death and res­ur­rec­tion of Je­sus Christ some­how metas­ta­tise into the fol­low­ing? Choco­late eggs, Creme Eggs, choco­late rab­bits, Mal­teaster Bun­nies – none of th­ese things ex­isted in Pales­tine in AD 33, yet here we are, all th­ese years later, cel­e­brat­ing Easter by en­cour­ag­ing di­a­betes. I don’t know whose idea it was to turn Easter into the fes­ti­val of de­li­cious­ness, but I hope who­ever it was is up there in the great choco­late box in the sky, chain-eat­ing eggs, smil­ing be­at­if­i­cally, and draw­ing up plans for the tre­at­i­fi­ca­tion of As­cen­sion Day. — Tom Ough

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