3rd Sunday and St. Lucia

The celebrations roll in like pearls on a string. Sancta Lucia is a normal celebration in Norway, due to our close neighbor Sweden. It is tradition to gather early in the morning, meaning before it gets light at 9.30..., and the oldest children walk through the house bearing lights and a crown, in white frocks and red sashes.


Here they are hanging ready for them to find them in the morning.





I had invited my good friend and her family. The children were a little young, but the tradition and memory for next year is hereby planted, and they were all adorable. Jasmin actually had learnt the song during the course of the last weeks, and Noa and Lea tuned in on the last words in the verse.


Early, the kids and I baked Lussekatter, Lucia buns, in traditional spiral forms, with raisins and saffron.


We lit the third candle and recited our third verse.

The third light of Advent is the light of the beasts.
Light of hope that shines in the greatest and the least.

I had needle felted a little sheep to be put in the great stall Anders had made for the table. My first felted creature at the age of 29. It turned out great though the first thing Lea said was: look- a pig! It had all been a little distressing if Anders had not moved in, felted the snout down and behold- a sheep. The first picture a pig, the next two- a sheep. And the day was perfect again.




Now I will try a donkey. Wish me luck.