Easter dinner dialog around my parents' table usually tracks to the more civilized side of discourse. Not all members of my extended family attend Easter festivities as they do Christmas and Fourth of July celebrations. Thus, the 12 Hates of Christmas never enters the discussion, and no one mixes fireworks with fire water.
On Easter, conversation doesn't stray down unsavory bunny trails. My mother doesn't clench her jaw and invite the instigator of seedy exchanges to the kitchen to "slice pies." There's never a need for a stern reproach.