ST Paddys day is big business in New York where I live. We host the mega ST Patricks day parade, retailers are selling green shirts hats, flags, you name it! Even Mcdonalds has green ketchup that day!
Don't even let e get started on bars, and beer. It's a regular drunken paradise...
Funny how the man who the holiday is supposed to commemorate gets forgotten in all the "celebration"
People really ought to look deeper.maybe this poem will encourage that.
Just for fun, go ask someone on March 17 who ST Patrick is, and ask what he did. the answers or lack of them may surprise you...
ST. Patricks day! It's finally here!
Let's celebrate with lots of beer!
I grab a red headed "Bonny Lass" and yell to her,
"Refill my glass!"
Millions walk the streets in drunken stupor...
That Big Parade! It sure was Super!
"kiss me, I'm Irish! " I hear people say,
Blowing on bagpipes throughout the day!
In all this laughter and gayety,
Do we ever KNOW who St. Patrick be?
He was a missionary, not brash, or "stylish"
Of Roman birth, he's not even Irish!
Kidnapped by Irish raiders was he
Was thrown into cruel slavery!
He was forced to work, and without pay!
After six long years he ran away!
He could have felt bitter, and that's a fact
But God told him, do not attack
Instead he told Patrick to come right back!
To preach the Gospel of love, and peace
And this, he did, and did not cease
He preached to the highest, and to the least
Millions of souls, they were converted
Even though Patrick was the one they hurted
He loved the Irish people, and did not faint
And that is why he is called a Saint.
He used the three leaf clover you see,
To teach the Holy Trinity
The three in one, a mystery!
So on this day when you drink your beer,
You should raise your glasses, and give him a cheer
To a man who sacrificed, who paid a price
So that you might know the sweet love of Christ.