(This post is available in audio format "Imagine this. It's Christmas Eve and you have to wrap all your own presents. And that's supposed to be a lot of fun. Even though your presents are all underwear and socks. You know that, because you're the person wrapping them. And on Christmas morning, your presents aren't under the tree. You have to go outside and root around in the bushes to find them before the neighbor kids snatch them up. | ![]() |
And when you tear off the wrapping paper, all you've got is underwear and itchy socks.
That's Easter. Am I wrong?



