St. Patrick’s Day. I beg to question what its significance is. To the Irish, it commemorates the day that Christianity arrived in Ireland; and is a celebration of their heritage and culture. From where I stand, it doesn’t seem like a very Christian celebration as much as it is a celebration that Christians happen to partake in.
With no apparent significance, I am left to define my own reasons for celebrating St. Patrick’s Day. St. Patrick’s Day is a day I join in the celebrations, pretending to be Irish – at least in merriment and boisterousness, if not religion and skin-colour; and therefore I do what it seems the Irish do – I don as much green as I can, and I drink as much Guinness as I can; and with each pint that I down, I feel proud to be the Irish I’m not; as proud as an Irish could be of their brew.
And that is what St. Patrick’s Day means to me… even though I may have realized it a little too late to wish everyone a good one.