St. Patrick's day means a lot of things to many different people. Whether a special day that has had a great affect on someones kids (like Mrs. Gillmore) or if it's just a day where everything is green and a leprechaun looks for his pot of gold, everyone has their own opinion. But for me, St. Patrick's Day is just another holiday, even though it should be a big deal because I'm nearly all Irish, as my glow in the dark paleness can attest for.
St. Patrick's day has always seemed like a strange holiday to me. I'm not really sure why it strikes me that way, but it just does. Some cities really get into the day, like Chicago dying the river green and New Orleans basically having a second Mardi Gras, but it's never been my holiday. Maybe some sort of life-changing event will occur to change this, but for now I just think of a leprechaun and a pot of gold.
Well, there is my opinion about St. Patty's day. Sorry it is not more interesting, but I'll work up something and have a big shebang for it. How's that sound?
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