To the Welsh among us: “Happy Santes Dwynwen Day!”
May your love be as enduring as a slate roof in a storm and your pronunciation confuse at least three Englishmen before lunchtime.
To the Scots: “Happy Rabbie Burns Day/Night!”
May your haggis be hearty, your whisky be flowing, and your poetry only slightly slurred by the end of the evening.
And to the rest of you non‑Celts…
Well… tough luck.
Today is for dragons, thistles, ancient saints, questionable folklore, and people who can win an argument using only vowels.
You may observe from a respectful distance and bring snacks

