Easter 2025

 April 20, 2025

Dear Diary,

Ah, Easter. A celebration of renewal, joy, and peculiar human rituals involving pastel eggs and confectionery shaped like rabbits. Barry, ever the traditionalist, has cluttered the house with colorful decorations—an explosion of springtime whimsy that, quite frankly, clashes with my more refined sense of aesthetics.

You see, dear Diary, Easter eggs are not always filled with sweets and surprises. In the shadows of folklore, they sometimes carry darker truths. Have you ever heard of the cursed egg hunts? Or the legends of eggs used to trap wayward spirits? No, Barry certainly hasn’t—but as he chuckles over his basket of marshmallow chicks, I can’t help but wonder what secrets these fragile shells might hold.

And then there’s the matter of the hare, that supposed symbol of spring’s fertility. Barry foolishly believes it’s merely an innocent emblem, but I, Dale T. Doll, know better. Hares have long been tied to otherworldly forces—the tricksters of old, weaving chaos and confusion under moonlit skies. I find myself pondering, what if the chocolate bunnies Barry so eagerly devours are an omen? What if the laughter of children hunting eggs masks the faint whispers of something watching, waiting?

Even the Gum Date Palm seems to shiver in the breeze today, its shadows stretching longer than usual. Or perhaps it’s just my imagination—after all, a doll like me thrives on the edges of human traditions, where light and shadow intertwine.

For now, I’ll watch from my perch, content to let Barry indulge in his festive frivolity. But beware, dear Diary: not all eggs are filled with candy, and not all bunnies come in peace.

Yours in shadowed contemplation, Dale T. Doll