St. Lucia Day

It is finally December. The dying leaves are falling of the trees, and the frost is gathering on the cold windows.  With December comes a flurry of festive holidays like Christmas or Hanukkah. But with it also comes a piece of my Swedish heritage.

St. Lucia Day is a Swedish holiday celebrated on December 13th. It celebrates Swedish heritage and stories of a lady named St. Lucia. It is said that she was killed for her faith, and she used to secretly bring food to persecuted Christians in Rome.

The Swedish celebrate this day by going to church and singing songs. But at home, the oldest daughter would get up early and make her parents breakfast. She would serve them breakfast in bed in a white dress with a red sash and a crown of candles on her head.

Last year for St. Lucia Day, we made Lucia buns. They are a kind of saffron bread shaped like an S and is decorated with pearl sugar. Almost nothing is better than biting into the warm, yellow treat. They were so good! The smell of homemade bread wafted throughout the house for days afterward, and it made it feel welcoming and warm.

 

St Lucia buns Liliana Fuchs via Compfight

 

These are what what  Lucia buns look like. Aren’t they pretty? We didn’t put raisins in ours, but it seems like a good idea.

I am so excited for this year’s St. Lucia, and I can’t wait to make more St. Lucia treats!

Adventures In Your Imagination

First you are in a desert. The hot sand stings your eyes as it is pushed around by the raging wind.  The blazing sun burns your skin, turning it a bright red. All you can see for miles around is dry, barren land.

Now you are swept into a lush forest. The green leaves from the tall trees make shadows that dance across the grass. You can hear the trickling of water from a crystal clear stream nearby.

You suddenly find yourself in a palace. The intimidating walls are trimmed with gold, and the grand floors have intricate designs carved delicately into them. Small tables hold vases of the prettiest flowers in all the land. People dance gracefully for hours.

You’re delighted to see that you have come across an ocean. The salty waves spray on you and wet your clothes, and you climb along the rocks that jut up from the water. The seagulls above you sing loudly but gracefully as they glide over the beach.

 

Sometimes the places we visit don’t have to be real. The adventures you take in your imagination make them all the more worth it.