If you need a tinchel to enjoy the gifts Mother has to bear,

Your wins are losses by way of play never to be known as fair.

Try surrounding yourself instead—by harmony’s infinite care;

And, see what uplifts when gets are exchanged for haves already there. ; )

Those ducks—quite the quacks, ever trying to gammon us into a round of their fowl play, have finally, in our swan song, been goosed—by being loosed of their best roost thanks to dupe’s boost.. ; )

Bun’s manducation: carton partin’.

Chick’s location: fun on bun.

Eggy’s trepidation: roll to bowl.

Pastel’s notification: new-hue-woo!

Easter’s rumination: live to give; give to live. ; )

Buns are certainly toyetic when carrying the labels fuzzy and cute, but they also hold that attribute when they are ceramicably minute. ; )

Eline used a special brush, one forever relieved of encounters with water jars still caked by the recrement of sunny hue’s darker cousins, for decorating her favourite eggs—the yellow-patterned ones that brighted her mood and dilated her eyes almost as much as the thought of one hatching into a cheer-ping Easter surprise. ; )