(I have a lot to do getting ready for tomorrow, so here is my off the cuff adapted rendition of a more famous poem to fulfill my writing commitment for the day.)
A very special time….
T’was the night before St. Patrick’s Day
And all through my home
Not a creature was stirring
Yet, I knew I wasn’t alone.
First I heard a whisper
Then a small shoe dropped
To the polished wooden floor
What was it?
Who was that?
With the veil to their world open
I wondered if he
Had hidden his pot of gold
And was now attempting to flee.
So I rose to my feet, green socks and all
And I chased that sound down the hall
Rounding the corner, what did I see?
A pair of emerald eyes looking up at me
From way down below where a little man stood
What are you doing in my neighborhood?
I thought you all lived on the other side
Of the mighty rainbow
Why yes, that’s where I’m trying to go
So if you’ll just clear the path and let me pass
I’ll meet you down the road a piece if you fancy
And then you can tell them you met the wee Clancy
For leprechauns roam the face of this earth
And on March 17, we slip into view
We are the next generation of shoemakers and dream weavers
Don’t try to trick us out of our gold
For you cannot outwit us, young or old
We adhere to the leprechaun creed
We bring laughter and luck to those in need.
So Keep dancing to jigs and reels
When you’re blue, remember how green feels
Fill the air with surprise and get on your way
For tomorrow the veil to the other side will lift
It is St. Patrick’s Day