It is here. The day that people in nooks and crannies all over the world forget their cultural background and consider themselves Irish.
The ubiquitous Irish Pubs throughout the world have a chance to empty their dusty Guinness kegs and shifty guys get to pull out their "Kiss me, I'm Irish" shirts in one last-ditch hope that it will work. The lilt of "top o' the mornin' to ya!" will be heard from in the streets of some otherwise lilt-free city or town. Why, I wonder, is it always the mornin'? No afternoons? No evenings? Time of day aside, it's a chance to get a group together for a good time and I can't argue with that.
So, in honour of one of the most popular Saints around (second to Nicholas, I imagine), I'm going to work on my Gaelic.
Lá 'le Phádraig faoi mhaise duit!
If you got the last line and you're my type then this is for you: Póg mé! Is sort Éireannach mé!