OK, you have simply got to check this out: St. Patrick's Day is my birthday, so I'm partial to the good saint, even though I only have about 16 Irish platelets in my blood (and that thanks to my Icelandic forebears, from whom I claim my Lutheran heritage, having been baptized by a pastor of the Icelandic Church). And since I abhor snakes, his feast is even more significant for me.
And I have been troubled that I must forgo celebration of the day this year because it falls on Monday of Holy Week. (There's something a wee bit inappropriate about whooping it up during that week! But that's not to say that I won't treat it as a movable feast. There's more partying appropriate to Easter.)
But leave it to me Irish-Catholic very-distant-relatives to have different priorities. For the details, check out this link.
Notice, please, that this fits the general scope of this blog in that it involves the intersection of the liturgical life of faith and life in the world.
And may God have mercy on us all.
Sure and ...