Tigger is dancing all around singing, "We're going to have a party! We're going to have a party!"
Pooh was taking a walk and hears all the commotion.
He says, "Tigger, is that you? What happened? Why are you green?"
"Hi Pooh, I'm just getting ready for the party."
"You know the one for St. Patrick's Day."
"Oh bother Tigger, I'm so confused. Who is St. Patrick?"
"I don't know. Rabbit just told me we're going to have a party and to wear green. He said we were going to have shamrocks and stones and leprechauns and celebrate St. Patrick's Day."
"Tigger none of this makes sense to me, does it make sense to you?"
"I told him it sounded re-dikorous but it's a party so I didn't care."
"Oh bother, I don't know anything about St. Patrick. You said Rabbit told you?"
"He sure did and he said top o' the morning to me too."
Mumbling to himself Pooh says, "I better go find Rabbit and see what is going on. I'll see you later Tigger."
Sauntering along as Pooh normally does, he talked to himself all the way to see Rabbit. None of this made any sense to him and by the time he found Rabbit he was truly confused.
"Hello Rabbit." He said.
"Well hello Pooh, top o' the morning it is, don't you think?"
"Rabbit, I was talking to Tigger and he's all green and he was talking funny too. Can you tell me what's going on?"
"Well March 17th is St. Patrick's Day and I heard we're going to have a party."
"But who is St. Patrick?"
"Christopher Robin says he is the Patron Saint of Ireland. Don't you remember Mr. Owl said something in class yesterday about him too?"
"Oh bother, I was thinking about eating some honey so I must not have heard him."
"Mr. Owl says that back in 387 AD is when a boy named Maewyn Succat was born. They changed his name later on to Patrick, can you blame them? Owl says that his family was rich. When Maewyn was 16 he was kidnapped by some pirates and was held prisoner for 6 years in Ireland."
"Kidnapped by pirates --- that must have been scary."
"Yes, I'm sure it was but he was treated pretty good. He was forced to work as a shepherd which wasn't too bad except he spent alot of time alone."
"Wow that sounds like fun. I like sheep."
"Well then he said that God came and talked to him and told him He wanted him to go to Ireland to teach the people about God."
"Rabbit, I think you're making this up!"
"No I'm not! Go and ask Christopher Robin, he'll tell you."
"Okay but I think I'll get some honey first, I'll see you later."
Pooh leaves Rabbit and with honey on his mind heads to Christopher Robin's house. On the way he encounters Piglet who is dancing around wearing a green hat.
"Oh bother Piglet, not you too!"
"Not me too what? Oh dear, did I do something wrong?"
"No, I just left Rabbit and he was talking nonsense about a party and that we should wear green. Green is not a good color for me. Oh whatever shall I do?"
"Oh dear Pooh, I'm sorry green isn't a good color. I do have a spare hat if you want it."
"And what is that you're carrying?"
"It's called a shamrock. Rabbit is planting some because he said it is good luck."
"Let me think, think, think. We're supposed to wear green and Tigger said something about leprechauns and you're telling me we should grow shamrocks for luck. I really must go and see Christopher Robin about this. Do you want to go with me?"
"Oh I couldn't possibly go now. I have things to do to get ready for the party but I'll see you then."
So Pooh goes on his merry way to find Christopher Robin. As he is walking along he hears movement in the trees and takes a look when lo and behold a little funny looking man tries to hide from him.
Pooh asks, "Whose there? Come out, come out."
The little man reluctantly steps out from the bushes.
Pooh asks, "Who are you?"
The little man answers, "Why I'm Gilroy O'Flannigan, head of the Hundred Acre Woods Leprechauns."
"Excuse me, I must be confused. I have never seen you before and you say you live in Hundred Acre Woods?"
"Why yes, my family has lived here many years. We just don't usually come out where anyone can see us."
"What do you do?"
"Most in my family are shoemakers. We make some might fine shoes, if I do say so myself."
"But why do you stay hidden? We are very nice and cause no harm to anyone."
"Well, because of the superstition of course!"
"Oh bother, I must be getting hungry, I'm so confused again. What is a superstition?"
"Well, humans say that we leprechauns have pots of gold and that if they catch us we have to lead them to it."
"Do you mean honey?"
"No pots of gold, you know ---- money?"
"Oh, well I don't need pots of gold. All I require is honey, which makes me happy."
"Well good that makes me feel better."
"So, what are you doing now?"
"Well, I heard there was going to be a party so I was just checking on things."
"Yes, I heard there is going to be a party too. Do you want to come?"
"You say there won't be any humans there?"
"That's right, just my friends, Tigger, Piglet, Eeyore, Rabbit and Christopher Robin I expect."
"Then I would love too."
"I've got to go but I'll see you there."
Tipping his hat, Gilroy says, "Top o' the morning to ya then."
Pooh eventually caught up to Christopher Robin and in fact there is going to be a party that night at his house. He explained everything to Pooh who as usual remained confused but they all had a lot of fun. Gilroy, the leprechaun, came and brought some of his friends. They discussed who St. Patrick was and what an impact he had made on Ireland not only with humans but with the animals. Christians know that animals are God's creatures too.
After the party Pooh and Gilroy parted ways. The party had been alot of fun but leprechauns are very private and shy creatures. Pooh didn't see Gilroy again until the following St. Patrick's Day but that was okay since every year after Gilroy brought Pooh a pot of honey because he had been kind to a leprechaun.
Today we celebrate St. Patrick's Day in many ways. Most don't even know who St. Patrick was or the cause that he fought. Most of the traditions of St. Patrick's Day are pagan but even in that God gets the glory.
Pam Goulding © 2007
May the Irish hills caress you.
May her lakes and rivers bless you.
May the luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.
May your neighbors respect you,
Trouble neglect you;
The angels protect you,
And Heaven accept you.
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back;
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
May rains fall soft upon your fields...
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.
Walls for the wind, a roof for the rain,
Laughter to cheer you and those you love near you...
Always remember to forget the things that made you sad,
But never forget to remember the things that made you glad;
Always remember to forget the things that proved untrue,
But never forget to remember those that have stuck by you...
Always remember to forget the troubles that passed away,
But never forget to remember the blessings that come each day.
May God be with you and bless you,
May you see your children's children;
May you be poor in misfortune, rich in blessings,
May you know nothing but happiness...
From this day forward.
May you always have work for your hands to do.
May your pockets hold always a coin or two;
May the sun shine bright on your windowpane,
May the rainbow be certain to follow each rain...
May the hand of a friend always be near you,
And may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.
May you live as long as you want,
And never want as long as you live.
May there be a generation of children,
On the children of your children.
May God grant you many years to live,
For sure He must be knowing;
The earth has angels all too few,
And heaven is overflowing.
Have a great day!