Valentinus was a Roman priest during the reign of Claudius II. He was arrested and imprisoned after being caught marrying Christian couples and aiding Christians in general, both of which were crimes then. He was then beaten with clubs and stones. When he survived that, he was beheaded.
Miraculously he survived that too, as his head was not entirely severed from his body. He then changed his name to Sir Nicholas de Mimsy Porpington and, after being rejected by the organization known as the "Headless Hunt", went to live in Hogwart's castle, where he remains today. He is affectionately referred to by students and faculty there as Nearly Headless Nick.
|And a good day to you, sir!|
The true story, as I have uncovered recently in an effort to set the record straight, is this:
Valentinus was on his way to the home of a woman he loved. It was a long journey. Along the way, he purchased several items for her in an attempt to gain her favor. Those items included: a small, heart-shaped box of various chocolates; a bouquet of flowers; an open heart necklace from the Jane Seymour collection; and tiny pieces of unleavened bread with cute sayings (such as "Martyr Me", "Luv Ya Lots", and "Pls Cnvrt") etched into them.
As I said, it was a long trip. The flowers wilted. Some of the chocolates melted. He dropped the stone insert from the box of chocolates which identified what each chocolate piece consisted of. As an aside, the diagram did a shoddy job of identifying which chocolate held caramel and which held that nasty red stuff, so even if it hadn't shattered, he still would've had much difficulty distinguishing among the chocolates.
He finally arrived at the home of her father and sought her out. She was disappointed with the flowers, but she saw past that. She looked at the chocolates, only to realize something was not right. He had forgotten to take the little palm frond wrappers out of the box and, therefore, she could see he had eaten some. She saw past that.
She took a bite of chocolate. The center was filled with olives. She spat it out. She saw past it and tried another. This one was filled with figs. She hated figs. She called her father, claimed Valentinus had made improper advances upon her, and had him beheaded.
|I'm not sure which is worse, giving this to someone or killing them for giving it to you.|
Now, I must ask. Is this really a "holiday" you want to celebrate?
I think not. Please join Derek, the inspiration for this post, and I in boycotting Valentine's Day.