The Cocktail That Fixed Easter Candy

My eyes fly open and I leap out of bed. It’s Easter!
Oh. Um. Right. First:
“Dear God, thanks for Jesus. That’s pretty incredible… you’re awesome.”

Ok, now I only have an hour before we leave for church. Sixty minutes to find the glorious treasure trove of chocolate, eat as much as I can stomach, and still get my fancy new Easter dress on before we leave.

I look around my room. There. On the dresser: my first clue. The older I get the harder the clues are. Let’s do this.

After you wake and before you eat,
This is the place that keeps you neat.

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