""May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind be always at your back."
"Saint Patrick, who lived during the fifth century, is the patron saint of Ireland and its national apostle. Born in Roman Britain, he was kidnapped and brought to Ireland as a slave at the age of 16. He later escaped, but returned to Ireland and was credited with bringing Christianity to its people.
In the centuries following Patrick’s death (believed to have been on March 17, 461), the mythology surrounding his life became ever more ingrained in the Irish culture: Perhaps the most well-known legend of St. Patrick is that he explained the Holy Trinity (Father, Son and Holy Spirit) using the three leaves of a native Irish clover, (my father was the best at finding these for us as kids) the shamrock." (https://www.history.com/topics/st-patricks-day/history-of-st-patricks-day)
Here is some trivia I did find to be true. As Irish immigrants spread out over the United States, other cities developed their own traditions. One of these is Chicago’s annual dyeing of the Chicago River green. The practice started in 1962, when city pollution-control workers used dyes to trace illegal sewage discharges and realized that the green dye might provide a unique way to celebrate the holiday. That year, they released 100 pounds of green vegetable dye into the river–enough to keep it green for a week. Today, in order to minimize environmental damage, only 40 pounds of dye are used, and the river turns green for only several hours.
I don't believe in luck at all the root of the word comes from Lucifer, but I do believe in being proud of one's heritage. If Jesus is Lord then we belong to a Kingdom but we still possess in our bodies a nationality. So, if your Irish go ahead and celebrate. Read about your ancestors. They had it tough in the potato famine and when they first came to America. But, they persevered! I can see why they say they are "Proud to be Irish." They stuck together.