Ode to the Cadbury cream egg.

My friend, you are too lovely for words. I appreciate that you make your presence a rare event, and only appear once every year. When Easter rolls around, I rejoice in the pastel colors, fake grass, peeps, and you. Your lovely milk chocolate shell holds so many creamy surprises. Who knew fake candy egg yolk could be so delicious? Eating you is a near-religious experience. On Easter Sunday, I bite into your shell and happily exclaim, "He is risen!"