Someone noticed that the National Trust was organising a egg hunt with Cadbury's the chocolate people and that some of the publicity didn't contain the word "Easter" and pointed this out- and a number of prominent church people (who hate it that no-one listens to them any more) felt or pretended to feel they were being victimised and started shouting their heads off. The Archbishop said the founder of Cadbury's was a Quaker and this was tantamount to spitting on his grave while The Prime Minister- on an arms selling mission to Saudi Arabia- said she was a vicar's daughter and she thought the National Trust was behaving shamefully- or words to that effect. And then, because any aggressive action always sets off another in opposition, all sorts of people piled in. The Pagans said Easter eggs were pagan not Christian and belonged to them and the Quakers pointed out that they don't celebrate any of the big Christian feasts so Mr Cadbury's grave remained unspat on and the secularists rejoiced that a bishop had broken cover and could be run to earth and savaged.
You start a wheel which runs a belt that connects with another wheel and soon the fairground machine is snorting steam and flashing its coloured bulbs and pumping out marching tunes- and its jolly old racket brings media types- like little children- running.
What's it got to do with true religion? Nothing except to demonstrate how not to go about it.