Meaning because of one great man... no, "man" is too weak a word. He is more than a man. Children worship him, parents cater to his whim. The whole of springtime is dedicated to his triumph over evil, over death. A reminder of the power of life in the face of cold, icy fingers.
He has been with us since time immemorial... he is still with us now. He lives throughout the world, even down the street. He is in all things, and all things are imbued with his goodness.
I shudder to imagine a life without his glorious presence. How cold, how sad - how lonely. To look up at the stars and think, "Is this all there is?" Billions of years of cold, lifeless nothingness accentuated by a brief flurry of activity - of life... only to return again to the nothing. Such is the life without our lord.
But... he lives! We can gather together in jubilation. We can celebrate his unceasing form through chocolate incarnations! We can seek the sacred eggs that hold the keys to life itself. And after we've sated ourselves with the finest of hams and candies - adorned with only the very finest of mustards - we can lament the sad saps who lack the goodness of we... we can decry the profits of an industry for exploiting our prophets of ministry... and we can rest well, knowing he watcheth over us, knowing he shall vanquish evil for time eternal, knowing that he will return again in the spring. In the spring as he does every spring - a sign of life, of hope, and of peace.
All hail the Easter Bunny. It is we who worship he.
And my usual Easter reference...