Presence over presents

This V-Day, presence over presents

Making this reminded me of these lines from Ogden Nash's That reminds me:

Just imagine yourself seated on a shadowy terrace,

And beside you is a girl who stirs you more strangely than an heiress,

It is a summer evening at its most superb,

And the moonlight reminds you that To Love is an active verb.

And your hand clasps hers, which rests there without shrinking,

And after a silence fraught with romance you ask her what she is thinking,

And she starts and returns from the moon-washed distances to the shadowy veranda,

And says, Oh I was wondering how many bamboo shoots a day it takes to feed a baby Giant Panda.

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It isn’t that nothing is sacred to them, it’s just that at the Sacred Moment they are always thinking of something else.