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St.Patrick's Day
St. Patrick's Day 17 March
 
Saint Patrick's Day or the Feast of Saint Patrick (Irish: La Fheile Padraig, "the Day of the Festival of Patrick") is a cultural and religious holiday celebrated annually on 17 March, the death date of the most commonly-recognised patron saint of Ireland, Saint Patrick (c. AD 385–461).
Saint Patrick's Day was made an official Christian feast day in the early seventeenth century and is observed by the Catholic Church, the Anglican Communion(especially the Church of Ireland), the Eastern Orthodox Church and Lutheran Church. The day commemorates Saint Patrick and the arrival of Christianity in Ireland, as well as celebrates the heritage and culture of the Irish in general. Celebrations generally involve public parades and festivals, ceilithe, and the wearing of green attire or shamrocks. Christians also attend church services, and the Lenten restrictions on eating and drinking alcohol are lifted for the day, which has encouraged and propagated the holiday's tradition of alcohol consumption.
Saint Patrick's Day is a public holiday in the Republic of Ireland, Northern Ireland, Newfoundland and Labrador and Montserrat. It is also widely celebrated by the Irish diaspora around the world; especially in Britain, Canada, the United States, Argentina, Australia and New Zealand.
Irish Sayings!!
 
1. May the luck of the Irish be with you! 
 
2. If you want praise, die. If you want blame, marry. 
 
3. Here’s to a long life and a merry one. A quick death and an easy one. A pretty girl and an honest one. A cold pint and another one! 
 
4. If you’re enough lucky to be Irish… You’re lucky enough! 
 
Irish One-Liner Jokes
 
The Doctor was puzzled ‘I’m very sorry Mr O’Flaherty, but I can’t diagnose your trouble. I think it must be drink.’
 
‘Don’t worry about it Dr Cullen, I’ll come back when you’re sober
 
The Irish attempt at scaling Mount Everest was a valiant effort, but it failed: They ran out of scaffolding.
 
 
Where were you going when I saw you coming back?
I ran after you, but when I caught up to you you’d gone.
 
 
‘What’s wrong with Murphy?’ asked Father Green. ‘I don’t know, Father. Yesterday he swallowed a spoon and he hasn’t stirred since,’ said Mrs Murphy.
 
‘How far is it to the next village?’ asked the American tourist. ‘It’s about seven miles,’ guessed the farmer. ‘But it’s only five if you run!’