Because some holidays can best be expressed by a brain transplanted into a robot body about to have a homosexual (?) smoocheroonie with a French-speaking gorilla revolutionary, immediately before they are both vaporized.
This is truly the love that dare not speak its name, expressed by a pun I dare not say aloud.
This is from the classic Doom Patrol #34, by Grant Morrison and Richard Case. I mean, how do you not get a little choked up about this?
Makes me want to get up and sing:
Love is in the air everywhere I look around,
Love is in the air, every sight and every sound,
And I don't know if I'm being foolish,
Don't know if I'm being wise
But it's something that I must believe in
And it's there when I look in your eyes.

(I still think this "holiday" is wretched, a cruel joke on those of us who happen to be single and in our mid-30s, but it's a little less wretched than last year for reasons I might one day disclose.)
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