Easter is my favorite holiday.... of course it means Spring is finally here. Big Hooray! Add to that March Madness, Peeps (yellow chicks only, please!), marshmallow eggs in a carton, and chocolate bunnies with big ears to bite off, great old technicolor Biblical movies on TV (e.g., The Robe), daffodils, etc etc. I have always had a fascination with the sacreligious - the plastic "Three-Pack Holy Family", the Jesus action figure, the 3-D Last Supper clock (a wedding gift!), etc. This year I was given the above bit of Jesus kitsch. Chocolate praying hands, hallelujah! Tom Waits has a great song called "Chocolate Jesus". In the spirit of Easter, I offer the lyrics here - enjoy......and Happy Easter!
Don't go to church on Sunday
Don't get on my knees to pray
Don't memorize the books of the Bible
I got my own special way
I know Jesus loves me
Maybe just a little bit more
I fall down on my knees every Sunday
At Zerelda Lee's candy store
Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Keep me satisfied
Well I don't want no Abba Zabba
Don't want no Almond Joy
There ain't nothing better
Suitable for this boy
Well it's the only thing
That can pick me up
Better than a cup of gold
See only a chocolate Jesus
Can satisfy my soul
When the weather gets rough
And it's whiskey in the shade
It's best to wrap your savior
Up in cellophane
He flows like the big muddy
But that's ok
Pour him over ice cream
For a nice parfait
Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
Good enough for me
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Good enough for me
Well it's got to be a chocolate Jesus
Make me feel good inside
Got to be a chocolate Jesus
Keep me satisfied
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Sorry my first comment on The Reluctant Blogger's Blog questions her lack of credit where credit is clearly due. The marking of 20-years of marriage comes Tuesday, April 6th. That's two-days after Easter. 20 Easters so far. Keep that in mind as we learn this admitted Chocolate Jesus lover does not give her soul mate of two-decades credit for the loving gift of those sweet, folded hands. But I will insist I help her eat them Easter morning. That's called getting even. One more thing. How about chocolate cake after our anniversary dinner, Fimmie? Why not. All my love, Munst
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