Chickens Pancakes In The Attic

I do not have a favorite a holiday. I do not have a favorite holiday because I think they are pointless and misused. For Easter supposedly gods one and only forgotten son was crucified, beaten to a bloody pulp, and he hung on a cross by nails put through his wrist and feet. I don't understand how he goes through all that and in return we have giant dinners, give baskets full of toys and candies, and hunt for little plastic eggs. Somehow a giant furry bunny slips into all that and poops out edible eggs for little kids to find.