Apparently, every 5 year old in Little Man's kindergarten class wants to come to our house next St Patrick's Day. Supposedly, they are all planning out leprechaun traps to catch the sneaky leprechaun that visits our house each spring. (Which I completely believe after seeing several sketches of rainbow covered boxes and holes covered with grass.)
This sneaky leprechaun leaves footprints all over the house. (While wearing cowboy boots with spurs it seems.)
He writes letters to his little friends. Letters with clues on them.
And he leaves you the luck of the Irish. And a gift.