STERKWORKS | Ex-Mormon Lesbian Rocking Utah

When I was 10 years old, my father, the patriarch of his Mormon kingdom, sat his children down (ages 10, 8, 5, 3, and three months), and said the Easter Bunny would no longer be coming to our house. Easter was not about candy and eggs and bunnies, but about the resurrection of the Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. He would, however, buy a bag of candy and put it into a bowl that we could share (and he never did).

So my sister, ten years younger than me, never had a visit from the Easter Bunny. I don’t know if any of my other siblings remember the few yeas the Easter Bunny visited our house.

My father is an only child, and luckily, as the only five grandchildren of his parents, we were spoiled silly when we visited them on Easter. Those are MY easter memories, at grandma and grandpa’s house. They were very generous, and as all good grandparents, they could then send us back home hyped up on sugar.

A few years after this event, I asked my father why Santa Clause still visited our house. All I got was a steely cold glare from the man whose secret ambition in life was to become the prophet of the Mormon church.

So now we are grown up. My sister and her family are Mormon. They wake up on Easter morning, have an Easter egg hunt, the kids gorge themselves on the glorious treats the Easter Bunny has left in their baskets, then they shower, get dressed in their Sunday best, and go to church. And I can ask any of her four children what the meaning of Easter is, and even the youngest will answer, “It is when we celebrate the resurrection of Jesus Christ.”

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