1963 Prince of Peeps

Easter has come and gone, and with it the cultural upheaval of our times. Like Peeps. Peeps are even more popular these days as countless outlets encourage people to enter contests using Peeps to make works of art. Dioramas of people in ordinary human endeavors. Peeps as stand-ins for bowlers and baseball players. And yes, even Peeps as Popes.
Which is a very unusual spin on the "War on Easter." Which I don't believe exists by the way. Perhaps a short story from my childhood will eggs-plain.
In my small farming hometown, the predominate religious orders were Fundamentalist and Protestant. One might say conservative. The church I went to didn't believe in smoking or drinking or any of those things that destroyed God's holy temple of your body. They didn't believe in dancing either, as that led to uncontrolled carnal passions.
And they didn't believe in the Easter bunny.
Except if you wanted to slaughter one and serve it for Easter dinner. Suffice it to say they didn't believe in Easter eggs either. Why? Because both eggs and bunnies were pagan symbols of spring fertility rites. Leftovers from the dark and evil pagan days before the world found Christ.
Easter eggs put the egg in pagan. Not only that, leftover Easter eggs were used to make deviled eggs at brunch.
So if someone organized an Easter egg hunt in our town they were subjected to a world of moral indignation from the religious powers that be. Who would not condone any egg hunt being called an EASTER egg hunt.
Flash forward to now, when folks are screaming it's a War on Easter when organizations have an "Egg Fun Hunt" or "Egg Scramble" without using the word Easter.
Can't us peeps just get along?
America, ya gotta love it.