St. Patrick’s Day: How It All Started


Sandra Decaigny , Staff Writer

As a child, O’Malley always wondered what laid at the end if a rainbow. Some whispered that there were unicorns. Others proclaimed there was an unholy monster. Citizens of Dublin, Ireland, even speculated that there was a pot of gold. The truth is no one has ever seen what was over the rainbow. Some sang about it, like that Dorothy girl, who invaded many years ago. None have ever truly known what was beyond the rainbow. The leprechaun O’Malley, at the young age of 110, set out in his best green suit to discover what was at the end of a rainbow.

O’Malley walked day and night until he came to the town of Shamrock, were the wisest of the leprechaun clan resided. He was welcomed into the home of Shamrock the Great. He was the eldest of the old. The youngest of the young. He was the great Leprechaun, both young and old, with fiery red hair. Shamrock the Great sat O’Malley down and spoke. “The rainbow, a four leaf clover, and a rabbit’s foot. There is a magical spoonful in every bite,” he said.

With the riddle dancing in O’Malley’s head, he set out to find the house. To those who are uneducated in the history of the Irish, one would be lead to believe the house means something utterly different. But what the educated ones will know is that the house was the name of the home that killed the Great Witch of the North back in the ancient times. Some say the house disappeared, but what those people do not have is the blessing of the Great Shamrock, unlike O’Malley.

With the guide of the Great Shamrock, O’Malley found the house. The house had withered in time; the exterior was supposed to be white, but had faded to brown. Vines had overtaken the front porch and the shriveled  up corpse of the wicked witch still laid half under the house. O’Malley walked over the dehydrated body and was met by cobwebs and sunshine. The interior of the house was open and airy with windows all around. O’Malley now had a mission to find a four leaf clover and a rabbit’s foot.  Out the corner of his eye he spotted an innocent rabbit hopping along the mantel that hung in the living room. Closing his eyes, O’Malley summoned all his predatory instincts and leapt at the rabbit. Needless to say, in a few minutes, O’Malley had a rabbit’s foot and a full stomach. Now he had to find a four leaf clover. Strolling out the back, O’Malley was met by acres of clovers as far as the eye could see. O’Malley tossed aside his green coat and hat and sat down. He went to work looking at every clover to find one with four leaves.

What must have been hours later, O’Malley finally found a four leaf clover. With the clover in one hand and his rabbit foot in the other, he made his way to the kitchen. There was no water, no gas. To the naked eye nothing significant could occur in this insignificant space. Yet what O’Malley was about to attempt was a feat so grand that even Shamrock the Great himself had never attempt it. Taking out the magical spoon, he mustered the courage and threw his rabbit foot and his four leaf clover into a rusted pot. He then proceeded to chant, “They’re magically delicious,” over and over, until a magical rainbow started to shoot out of the pot.The power of the magic overwhelmed O’Malley and it sucked him into the pot, sending him over a rainbow.

O’Malley landed hard on his right arm; he stood up and rubbed it. Walking a little way from the crash sight, he saw a glorious image. It was an end of the rainbow! He sprinted a hundred feet and was awarded with nothing. There was nothing at an end of the rainbow. O’Malley started to scream in frustration. What was he supposed to tell his clan back home, that there was nothing? That was when an idea started to form. He would say there is a pot of gold and no one would be the wiser.

When O’Malley returned home, his clan created a holiday in his honor. It was called St. Patrick’s Day. Do not ask where the St. Patrick came from; O’Malley himself does not even know.