I stopped in WalMart today, looking for a pair of cheap running shoes. I eventually found them piled in a corner of the Garden Center, next to the relocated displays of cat toys and lingerie. They weren’t renovating, as it turned out. In desperation, someone had moved the items there to make room for the Easter chocolate.
Long gone are the days when Easter candy decision making boiled down to “hollow or solid, bunny or chicken”. While I expected the traditional chocolate bunnies and eggs, I was wholly unprepared for the sheer volume and choice before me.
Take the eggs, for example. They came in dark chocolate, milk chocolate, and white chocolate, There were peanut encrusted, creme-filled, caramel dipped, and brightly colored candy-coated masterpieces that looked for all the world like Ukrainian pysanky, but with tastier shells.
There were foil-covered hummingbird eggs hanging with 365 to the little mesh bag, with labels advertising “A Year Of Easter!” There were post-nuclear apocalypse ostrich hen behemoths that required the assistance of a stock boy to roll to your vehicle.
Others had toys inside. There were “transformer eggs” that certain gifted children could convert into Ninjas ready to be devoured. A few played music and in the electronics department, one could shell out $159.99 for an realistic looking egg with a hidden camera inside – to be doubly sure the nanny is paying all due attention to the children on this most special of family holidays.
I considered venturing into the chocolate bunny department, but I was pressed for time. Instead, my attention was drawn to those newcomers to the Easter tradition.
Alongside the chocolate kittens and basset hound puppies and baby chicks, chocolate vampires stood atride chocolate tombstones while chocolate Viking ships roamed in search of plunder. There was a Creamy White Chocolate Barbie[tm] , a 3-cherry chocolate slot machine, and a chocolate mudder Jeep with raised suspension. The Amazing Hulk, Superman, Britney Spears, Star Jones, Bart Simpson – all were available in chocolate. (Michael Jackson was offered in both dark and white.)
Cadbury and Hersheys had “Special Edition” Easter chocolate bars wrapped in fancy purple paper, with calligraphy and golden foil peeking out the ends that sparkled like the setting sun over choppy water.
It was mesmerizing.
So, imagine my shock when I was told;
“Sorry ma’am, but we don’t have a chocolate ‘Jesus On A Cross’. Try Canadian Tire.”
I had to settle for a chocolate Santa Claus.
(Meanwhile, this can’t be good, either.)






