we have been attending Sankta Lucia now for so many years in our town put on by the Swedish Club… I met my husband who is from Sweden back in ’98 and he started to fill me in on some of the beautiful Swedish traditions… The story of Lucia is quite magical…
in the winter months in Sweden it’s quite dark and the story goes that St. Lucia from Italy comes to bring light with the candles on her head… she brings Lucia buns and coffee and brightens the darkest day of the year…. the 13th of December. In Sweden all of the little villages have their own Lucia and the procession goes about the town and sings and brings light.
Pappa telling Cecilia about Lucia
they dim the lights and the procession begins to walk down the aisle with their glowy candles… my eyes swell up with tears as I watch my girls walk down by themselves…
this is the first year our youngest has been in the procession
our two little Lucias up front…
