I'm not the "romantic" type, I guess, so I never really put much emotional involvement into Valentine's Day. (Well, that's not exactly true, but you have to be talking ROMANTICISM as in the literary and artistic period, not hearts and flowers and love forever after.)
I heard from Garrison Keillor today that St. Valentine, a priest whose ruler forbid marriage in the belief that it kept his soldiers from fighting as well if they'd rather be home with their wives and children, decided to take a stand and was marrying people on the sly. He was executed when caught... Not a very romantic ending! He literally died for love, which is pretty tough, when you're a celibate priest! Guess I'd never questioned how we got this holiday.
But, today, one of my seventh grade readers drew me a heart in his log and wished me a Happy Valentine's Day; one of the FCCLA girls brought in a bucket of flowers and had me pick out a long-stemmed red rose ready to open, and last hour, another girl delivered a huge iced Valentine's Day cookie. Unbelievable! And, you know, it all worked -- we were all in good moods today. (Some were downright silly!)