The following is a story I found on the Internet and have edited.
Ask your average youngster what Easter is all about and he'll tell you about the Easter bunny, and finding Easter baskets filled with that annoying grass that seems to stick to household furnishings long after Easter is past. And those pastel foil-covered, football things that are a sorry excuse for real chocolate. And, of course, there are Easter eggs to dye and jelly beans--you've got to have jelly beans. Black beans are best.
"And mommy, that's what Easter is."
"Oh, Jason, how cute."
How sad! Most children today don't know beans about Easter really means.
Why don't you tell the story of Jesus to your children or grandchildren this Easter? Tell them about the man who is God's Son, who came to show people the love God has for them. Tell them how our sins caused His passion and the Jews, by rejecting Him, were passing the authority of God to the Catholics. Tell them how Jesus was buried in a rock-hewn tomb. Let them hear how the Roman soldiers were powerless the morning of that third day when the stone was rolled away by and earthquake and Jesus had risen under His own power.
Tell your children that because of Jesus, we can become children of God. After becoming a member (through baptism) of His Mystical Body (which is the Catholic Church), and dying without mortal sin on our soul, you can live forever with Jesus. Tell them that their bodies will be raised on the Last Day (the General Judgement) and be glorified -- just as Jesus did on Easter Sunday.
Of course, Jesus loves bunnies -- he made them. But don't you think he is offended by parents and grandparents who exalt a rabbit over the Savior? And on the holiest day of the year.
How about it? Will you tell them the real story this year? Take them to Mass where they can worship Him who has redeemed them. Sure, buy some jelly beans and a wad of that clingy grass for their baskets. But don't suppress the real meaning of Easter, that is, Jesus' triumph over Satan, sin and death.
After all, those same children are trying day by day to make sense of the life and death they see around them. They have real hopes and real fears and eternity before them. They souls thirst for Jesus, not the Easter Bunny.