Saint's Day, noun.
A day honoring one or more saints. Often used humorously, in recognition of the fact that almost all days are saints days.
A day honoring one or more saints. Often used humorously, in recognition of the fact that almost all days are saints days.
by Malaria Don July 17, 2007
Get the Saints daymug. Someone who (similar to rave mentor), saves you in the world of race/EDM/club/nightlife culture. They may act as a sugar parent in some ways while simultaneously mentoring you and taking care of you as you are a novice in the scene.
by LingDanc803 January 16, 2023
Get the Rave saintmug. A catholic high school in fond du lac full of snobby rich kids who plays in low divisions and recruits kids from west bend and Milwaukee so they can say their sports teams are good when they’re no better than campbellsport or mayville. Any parent with a brain who cares about their child will rather have them go to campbellsport and become a hick rather than send their kid to springs.
Person1: “Did you actually send your child to Saint Mary’s Springs?”
Person2: “Yes.”
Person1: “Wow you must really hate your kid.”
Person2: “Yes.”
Person1: “Wow you must really hate your kid.”
by Jtizzey23 November 22, 2021
Get the Saint Mary’s Springsmug. by papicandela January 29, 2018
Get the dubs saintsmug. Still spoil your gf/lady/mrs even if you hate her;
You can also say this phrase in response to the infamous quote: 'If you adore her, Dior her'.
You can also say this phrase in response to the infamous quote: 'If you adore her, Dior her'.
by Aamich July 29, 2024
Get the If you hate her SAINT hermug. by Chemical analyst September 8, 2025
Get the The covenant of saintmug. Once on a time, as poets sing
High tales with fancy laden,
Born of a very noble king
There lived a wondrous maiden.
An only child, her kinsfolk boon,
So fair, imagination faints;
As though amidst the stars the moon,
Or Mary amidst the saints.
From 'neath the castle's dark retreat,
Her silent way she wended
Each evening to the window-seat
Where Lucifer attended.
And secretly, with never fail,
She watched his double race,
Where vessels drew their pathless trail
Across the ocean's face.
And as intent she drank his light,
Desire was quickly there;
While he who saw her every night
Soon fell in love with her.
And sitting thus with rested head,
Her elbows on the sill,
Her heart by youthful fancy led
Did with deep longing fill.
While he, a brilliant shining spark,
Glowed always yet more clear
Towards the castle tall and dark
Where she would soon appear.
Until one night with shower of rays
He slips into her room,
As though a strange and silver haze
Did round about her loom.
And when at last the child to rest
Upon her sofa lies,
He lays her arms across her breast
And closes her soft eyes.
While where his ray on mirror lands
And is upon her couch red rifted,
It falls upon her throat and hands
And on her face uplifted.
A smile is on her lips it seems;
He in the mirror trembles,
For smooth his ray glides midst her dreams
And round her soul assembles.
And while she is in slumber gone
She murmurs through her sighs:
Never mind!
M.E
High tales with fancy laden,
Born of a very noble king
There lived a wondrous maiden.
An only child, her kinsfolk boon,
So fair, imagination faints;
As though amidst the stars the moon,
Or Mary amidst the saints.
From 'neath the castle's dark retreat,
Her silent way she wended
Each evening to the window-seat
Where Lucifer attended.
And secretly, with never fail,
She watched his double race,
Where vessels drew their pathless trail
Across the ocean's face.
And as intent she drank his light,
Desire was quickly there;
While he who saw her every night
Soon fell in love with her.
And sitting thus with rested head,
Her elbows on the sill,
Her heart by youthful fancy led
Did with deep longing fill.
While he, a brilliant shining spark,
Glowed always yet more clear
Towards the castle tall and dark
Where she would soon appear.
Until one night with shower of rays
He slips into her room,
As though a strange and silver haze
Did round about her loom.
And when at last the child to rest
Upon her sofa lies,
He lays her arms across her breast
And closes her soft eyes.
While where his ray on mirror lands
And is upon her couch red rifted,
It falls upon her throat and hands
And on her face uplifted.
A smile is on her lips it seems;
He in the mirror trembles,
For smooth his ray glides midst her dreams
And round her soul assembles.
And while she is in slumber gone
She murmurs through her sighs:
Never mind!
M.E
by VIS84 May 29, 2021
Get the The Saint Who Fellmug.