"It's just a day invented for commercial purposes, a reason given to spend more money. At best it's a saccharine display of shallow sentimentality, at worst a De Beersesque attempt to commodify the affectionate bonds of human relationships in order to form a more perfect quarterly profit report."

Even in bleak midwinter skies Sometimes the sun beds down just right Casts a mirthful glance at a satellite To watch To watch the sleepy Orion rise And botch his first hunt of the night As it passes through his hands Untouched