If it's Easter morning, that means Mom gets fussy.
Shoving us in clothes that are just too stuffy.
Then she sets us on the couch for the perfect little pose.
But, really, what does she expect when we're in these clothes?
Here's take one. If only this would do.
But of course it won't. So here's take two.
"Third time's a charm" is not likely, we fear.
'Cause why sit a smile when you can mess with brother dear?
This causes us to have words, till Mom steps in again.
Fine, we'll kiss & make up if this promises to end!
Mom would like us to add that she knows Easter is not about spiffy clothes. It's about our Creator and his perfect plan to redeem us. His big, big love that allowed his son Jesus to bear all our sins on the cross. And then his victory over death, proven by the empty tomb. Easter is the sweet celebration of His Risen Son.
(Unfortunately, she promises that we will still be forced to endure the dress-up-and-smile charade each year.)
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