St. Patrick’s Day Scholarship Winners
Anna De La O
High School Senior
“Thank you so much for this incredible honor!”
‘Twas the night before St. Patrick’s Day, when all through the house
Not a drunkard was stirring, not even Uncle Klaus;
The ale was tucked into the fridge with elation,
In hopes that St. Patrick would soon bring them intoxication;
The ginger children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While fear of tomorrow’s pinchings danced in their heads;
And mamma in her green ‘kerchief, and I in my green cap,
Had just settled into our Irish pride for a long pre-celebration nap,
When out on the clover-covered lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my leprechaun-print bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew as if aflame,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the creaky frame.
The moon peeked over the stormy clouds of the rain,
Gave a lustre of dew to the shamrocks they did stain,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear in the cold,
But a miniature man and eight tiny pots of gold,
He clutched at his possessions with a determination so greedy and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Patrick.