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Saint Patrick is the patron saint of Ireland, credited with banning the pagan rites of the Druids and establishing Christianity in the fourth century.

An official holiday and solemn church event in Ireland, in the USA it is a lively celebration of Irish culture.

So are you wearing your green today, since today everyone is Irish? Will you be drinking into drunkenness today, getting blasted and bleary-eyed on green beer?

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BEST WISHES FOR 2008
May all of your dreams come true.

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I hope that you find that you have a lot to be thankful for this year.

May your heart always feel rich – HAPPY THANKSGIVING.

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SOUTH AFRICAN CHRISTMAS STORY
written by CATHAL McCEALLACHAN for Christmas.TyRain.com
October 8, 1999

PART ONE

Leaving Holland in order to escape the hard and tiresome way of life as a Ballet Dancer, I arrived in Kimberley, South Africa in October of 1998, to take up the post as Ballet Teacher at the newly established School of Music. After three months, I knew very few people except my colleagues and here it was, Christmas Eve, and I was alone and feeling extremely sorry for myself.

I was surprised when I first arrived in Kimberley to find a thriving modern city, with magnificent buildings both modern and many dating back to British Colonial times. Kimberley started out as a mining Camp way back in the 1870′s when diamonds were discovered. From those humble beginnings it grew into the City it is today, with beautiful parks and wide streets lined by Lemon and Indian Pride trees. One of the many beautiful preserved buildings is the City Hall in Roman Corinthian architectural style. The Diamond House is an example of the modern building style, 18 floors high in glass and concrete, facing south, which is the wrong way for this part of the world, but which allows the diamonds to be sorted in the soft natural light flowing through the high windows.

It amazes one that this beautiful city of just over 100 years can survive in the harsh and hostile surroundings in which it is situated. Hot and dusty winds sweep and spiral across the semi-desert. Tumbleweed roll in never ending races to their end in barbed wire fences where they are tossed and broken up until they are re-integrated with the red soil of this earth. The animals search for refuge in the shade of the umbrella shaped Thorn Trees which are scattered across this land.

The weather was getting me down – for days it had been 38°C, much higher than the winter temperatures of Europe. It did not feel like Christmas at all. All the Christmas trimmings; The Christmas trees, both real and fake, with artificial snow and Santa Clause in a heavy Red coat and with a white beard looked quite out of place. No snow, only this terrible heat and dust. Could it really be Christmas Eve? I asked myself.

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MERRY CHRISTMAS to our friends
around the world

- Afrikaans -
‘n Geseënde Kersfees en ‘n voorspoedige Nuwe Jaar

- Albanian -
Gézuar Krishlindjet Vitin e Ri

- Alsatian -
scheen Wihnachte un e glickhaftig neis Johr

- Amharic -
Melkam Yelidet Beaal

- Arabic -
I’D Miilad Said ous Sana Saida

- Aramaic -
Edo bri’cho o rish d’shato brich’to

- Armenian -
Shnorhavor Nor Daree yev Soorp Dznoont

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THE ELFIN CHRONICLES
written by BILLYBOB for Christmas.TyRain.com
November 1, 1998

PART ONE
John had just returned from feeding the reindeer and realized just how cold it had become in the north. Shivering, he looked about the workshop for a place to dry off and get warm. As he moved across the room towards the fireplace, he began to strip out of his wet clothes. Slowly, still stiff from the frigid weather, he took off his shirt revealing what years of building toys had done for his sturdy body. Muscles rippled across his back and arms as he pulled his damp shirt free of his sculptured chest. A small trickle of cold sweat glistened from his massive pecs running slowly down towards his navel. John paused a moment to flex his muscles and look about the shop as he stood by the roaring fire to warm his aching body. He absent-mindedly rubbed his bulging crotch while he stood there, the fire was so warm and calming, it seemed to milk the soreness right out of him. Read more

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I just adore the holiday of Christmas – especially a Gay Christmas. Granted many would think, here in the USA, that retail stores push the holiday too soon for year-end profits. Decades ago, MACY*S started the Christmas retail tradition with the NYC Thanksgiving parade.

Gay Christmas is a time for the magic of Santa Claus with young men on his knee – of hot looking men carolers singing and strolling in the neighborhood. Christmas is a time for ornaments, generous giving, playing with unwrapped sex toys, and of course those twinkling lights.

I will admit that soon after Halloween, when gay men can dress openly as women, or as leathermen with a dangerous cock whip, and Christmas decorations suddenly appear, I feel sorry for the month of November – it becoming an ugly 30-day stepchild.

A Gay Christmas is a time for eggnog, two men kissing under the mistletoe, and elfin magic at the North Pole.

Christmas for Gay Men is snowmen and sleigh rides with loved ones, roaring fireplaces, hot cocoa, and the smell of gingerbread men baking in the oven.

I have decided to discontinue my Gay Christmas.TyRain.com site – ending a 1998-2006 presentation. I will instead present the old stories here and offer modern music and imagery. I will start with the Elfin Chronicles – written for christmas.tyrain.com – November 1998.

May the Gay magic that many feel during the Christmas season, last past the holiday, and though out the next year.

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HAPPY
HALLOWEEN

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