It’s Lucia time again…
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Wednesday is St. Lucia Day and we thought we’d get you into the spirit with this picture of some lovely Lucias taken at the Street Christmas Market on Sunday.
Ignore the dreadful quality of the photo for a moment and let yourself instead be swept away by the dulcet tones of Enrico Caruso as you watch the tall, buxom Lucias file by with candles in their hair.
Or do it the Carl Larsson way, strolling around the living room like a fire hazard in perpetual motion, carrying a tray of coffee and some St. Lucia buns.
St. Lucia buns? What are they? Here’s one:
December 21st, 2006 at 10:20 am
Every time I scroll down and see that picture of Lucia buns, I’m struck by how much they look like boobs with little raisin nipples on top. I finally asked The Boyfriend if that is on purpose. Apparently not, since his innocent enjoyment of Lucia buns has now been forever tarnished. It seemed logical that it might be a remnant of some pagan fertility ritual though, given some of the exceedingly phallic symbolism in the trappings of other Swedish holidays.
Anyway, God Jul all.