Tomorrow is the feast of St. Bridget (or Brigid or Bride).
I have a half-remembered snippet of a book in my head from quite early on in my reading history where two people rode together on a horse and the one chanted a variation on the litany of St. Bridget. The way the words worked together was one of those constructions that just sound right. Unfortunately, the rhythm remains with me, but the words are gone. I think it went 'St. Mary, St. Joseph, St. Michael, St. Bride: come and stand, stay by my side.' At this point, I'd be happy just to remember what book it came from.
St. Bridget seems to stand at a convergence that causes quite a bit of furor, whether academic or personal. Her role in Irish Christianity and Irish Pagan tradition seem to have many overlaps, some easily explainable and others more difficult. I'll let you look for yourself if you'd like to join that fray.
Whether I knew it or not, I made St. Bridget's Crosses when quite young. They were sold to us as 'God's Eye's', but since they ended in the shape of a cross instead of a simple diamond they were more Bridget that anything.
Whether Bridget herself was all Christian, all Pagan, or an overlap of both, she definitely stands at a point in the year meant to remind us of the coming of spring.
However, it's pretty difficult to believe that spring is coming soon when we're covered in as much snow as we have currently.Here's a really early depiction of Bridget in England, this one of Glastonbury Tor.