Maybe it’s just my cynical nature combining with my singleness/bachelorhood/whatever, but this
doesn’t exactly describe romance to me. Hmm, drawing a woman’s name out of a hat to pick my mate for the next year. Wait, that’s not kosher with the Church, so we’ll soften it a bit, and name the holiday after a guy that violated the law to allow lovers to marry.
Between that and Capone, it’s a wonder kids get to give each other chunks of sugar. Not very P-C.
Thought this was appropriate:
http://www.singingvalentines.com/
Oh, here ya go… This group is local!
Reckon So!