That's right. Eggs on the doorstep. And they were on EVERY DOORSTEP here. When did the Presbyterians becom ninja? *ninja poof* "Christ is risen!" *ninja poof, leaving one plastic egg* Great, now I've got a fear of guys dressed all in white running around Seattle doing stealth baptism and you won't know what happened, but water's on your head and there's a cross around your neck.
I'm totally going to incorporate that egg into my Ostara altar next year. Take that, Presbyterian ninja! You tried to kill me with your gooey chocolate poison, and you failed! Bad Ninja! No Christ for you!