I, Abigail Lindner, admit that I did not wear green on this day of St. Patrick's.
Unless two little beads on my cross necklace counts.
Oh well, none of the Chinese did either. Besides I'm not threatened with pinching here, either.
Supposedly Baba shall be teaching history tomorrow (Monday) and learning us about the truths about this holiday.
Did you see that? I said learning us. It's so grammatically incorrect, yet sounds rather sophisticated. I've never used the term before, so I thought, hey, why not try it here, where no one can protest or cry out in woe of the English language? (Unless they can contact me from China somehow... :\) Don't worry - this will probably be the last time I say those two words together. :D
Now, where was I? Ah, yes, Baba will be teaching history tomorrow to reveal the shrouded history of St. Patrick's Day. The extent of my knowledge is that the holiday has something big to do with a saint named Patrick who... lives in Ireland? I watched a Veggietales show about it once... Useless now, as I can't REMEMBER IT.
I know one thing for sure - St. Patrick's Day has nothing to do with leprechauns! Leprechauns are not real. They are, as Donald Duck says (in a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse episode I've watched far too often with Matthew), "Leprechauns are just a figment of your imagination." I stopped believing in leprechauns in kindergarten when one "visited our classroom" and left footprints all over. The footprints were too BIG. And the rainbow gold - hoopla. A rainbow is comprising of water droplets in the air, in the sky. It can't stretch down, touch the ground, and end.
Ahem. Not to damper YOUR hopes and faith or anything, hehe.
HAPPY SAINT PATRICK'S DAY!
~Abby
UPDATE (March 18):
Apostle to the Irish: The Real Saint Patrick
St Patrick’s Day
These were the sources for the history class.
In case you care. :\
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