Happy St. Patrick's Day!

 

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

 

Top ’o the mornin’ to ye! Lads & Lasses!

 

(And---the rest of the day to…myself!)

Amen!

 

Just a wee bit of---Irish-humor?...3-Stooges-type!

 

But, what a glorious day---to just live…to celebrate Life!

 

I ventured a visit to me Mom and me Brother-John this

fine morn to satiate my “mental” alter-ego demented---

(Me ole Santa Claus fixation-disorder)…Yeah! I’m him!?

 

I delivered Mom a favorite dark-chocolate bar and a

dozen chocolate-covered marshmallow eggs; Easter-

treats, to be sure, but, she enjoys them and it gives

simple-humble me a chance to practice Christian-charity.

Amen!

 

Come join our St. Patrick’s-celebration!

 

Mom was all excited over the local “rag” published

bi-weekly by friend-Ed-itor, founder of the paper,

The Monroe County Independent. Entertaining!

 

Mom summarized the paper’s contents: State Bank-celebrates

a century-old tradition; a story on trees; etc.

 

I opined how happy I was that she appreciated nature and

trees and inquired if she knew how many I had planted.

 

From outside we heard tiny voices shouting “Happy St. Patrick’s Day!”

 

At the window overlooking good ole Main Street,

we observed a Day-care group of a dozen tiny tots

standing on the opposite-side walk yelling and

waving to passing cars in celebratory Green-greetings!

 

Most Young-at-heart driver’s honked joining the reverie.

 

So?---The old man (with a Santa-issue)…just had to join in!

 

Out the door to the teacher on my side of the street busily

Snapping photos of her wards across the thoroughfare

Still attended by a second teacher coaxing the youngsters

 In a cheer-leading cacophony espousing the event with

shouts of Happy St. Patrick’s Day ro sounding horns.

 

I approached the photographer-lady and asked if I might

cross-over to join her wards and get in the picture. Yes!

 

Coming up to the child-wrangler across the street,

I inquired if I might join them---if…they’d have me?

 

Of course, the kids loved the antics---especially…the biggest one!

 

The teacher was laughing at the “show” (probably wondering

whether or not to dial 911)---so, I said to her (with a smile)…

“Whatever you are drinking; keep it up!”

 

Quick as a whit, she replied, laughing heartily,
“Parents say that to me all the time! And, I don’t drink!”

 

“Me! Too!” I replied in honesty.

 

Reluctantly, I, at last, thanked my “audience”, said “Good-bye!”

re-crossed Main Street to me chariot. As I pulled away

the kids cheered and waved as I tooted my horn.

 

Bravo!

 

I an NOT concerned about what I might do to top this

celebrated event---tomorrow!...I still have all afternoon!

 

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

 

 

St. Patrick’s Day (Santa-kid)!?

(a loving Green-limerick)

 

Under the emerald-shamrock lonesome Santa sat

Lamenting the date wearing his red and white hat

When out on the street arose such a clatter and cheer

Celebrating urchins calling Happy St. Patrick’s Day-near

 Salvation! He yelled. Today! I’ll simply play ole St. Pat!

 

Amen!

 

(Answer to the query---How many trees?...10,000+! Proudly!