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Poetry: “Lucia”

Let me ramble a bit about this fine, old tradition we have.




St Lucy’s Day in English called

This Scandinavian thing

That on December 13th

A girl arrives with light


Once it was winter solstice

The darkest day of all

And that we were brought extra light

That was a wondrous thing


Though there are hints of martyrdom

Of that Italian Saint

Its roots are deep in our past

Before Christianity


On that day we all kept guard

Against the darkness foul

Because up in our frigid north

Our winter’s were so dark.


Now in this modern world of ours

This old tradition lives

In children and young women

Come bearing candle light


They sing such pretty songs to us

They bring their tray of buns

They come in the dark of morning

To remind us of summer’s light



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