The Irish Blessing
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Happy St. Patrick's day, one of my favorite days, to all my fellow proud Irish.
The Walshes don't mess around with St. Patrick's day. We go all out. We'd start out the day early, my brothers and I checking to see what the leprechauns did (after they visited us, of course). Those pesky little guys would make messes, spill their four leaf clover confetti all over the place, dye the toilet water green, and the milk, sugar, anything they could get their hands on. We'd have green bagels with green cream cheese, put on our St. Patrick's day clothes and head to school. My favorite St. patrick's day was when I was six and finally got the "white kitty" I'd been begging for for about 2 years. He was waiting for me when I woke up with a green bow. The leprechauns brought him. And no joke, at six, I named him Baileys Irish Cream; Bailey for short. We'd always have corned beef and cabbage for dinner, and whenever we could we'd go downtown to see the St. Patrick's day parade. The Walshes aren't the only ones who take St. Patrick's day seriously. Chicago loves March 17th, we're proud Irish who like a good reason to drink beer and get rowdy. Slainte! It never ceases to amaze my roommates that my aunts, uncles, grandparents, and parents send me cards on St. Patrick's day like it's Valentine's Day. So happy day to you. Unfortunately I won't be able to drink any green beer, I have my last final exam of the quarter tonight. But then I'm done and it's London, baby!
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