Every year it's the same thing. I wait all fucking night
for that goddamn bunny and he never shows. In all of my nine years, not once
has that disease-riddled fur ball ever stopped by my house to give me
chocolate. “But we're Jewish, sweetie,” Mom always says. So? I want some
fucking Cadbury Creme Eggs and I want them now! When he finally shows up, and
he will, I'll be waiting for him. Oh, yes. I'll be waiting.
