St. Lucy’s Day

Lucia by Carl Larsson 1908
The Feast of St. Lucy on 13th December, 1916 by Carl Larsson

 

Tomorrow is St. Lucy’s Day, a holiday primarily observed in Northern and Central Europe, and the Upper Midwest. If it seems odd for Lutherans to observe a Saint Day, it’s because it sort of is. Then again, as with most Christian observances, the holiday’s roots have nothing to do with saints or Christianity.

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Saint Lucy’s Day (1848) by Fritz von Dardel

St. Lucy’s Day begins with a young girl clad in white with a lit crown of candles positioned in her hair in a fir wreath (or lingonberry or whortleberry twigs). She leads a procession of candle-bearing girls with coffee, ginger snaps, glogg, and St. Lucia buns (lussekatter). Sometimes there are boys in conical hats known as “star boys.” The children sing Lucia songs which provide a welcome break from Christmas Carols.

Legend of Santa Lucia

 

Falling near the longest night of the year, the symbolism of young maidens bearing light-bringing fire and bounty isn’t too hard to figure out, but if you must know the official Christian version of events, then here you go. Officially, Lucia helped the early Christians in Italy who hid in the catacombs. In order to see, but needing to bring food in her hands, she constructed a wreath of candles. Yeah… right.

Lussi die dunkle kidnapping children

 

The truth is that before the light-bringing Lucy was invented, Germanic people and their neighbors observed “Lussi Night.” The figure, Lussi die dunkle, was a dark, evil female spirit that came on the 13th of December to punish those with uncompleted tasks. Similar (and perhaps to related) to Lilith, the Mesopotamian storm demons, Lussi also preyed upon children. In fact, a whole mob of Lussiferda (Lisle-Ståli, Store-Ståli, Ståli Knapen, Tromli Harebakka, Sisill, Surill, Hektetryni and Botill) would go around and enter houses through chimneys to kidnap children. Sound vaguely familiar?

I can’t help but wonder if there’s a connection between St. Lucy, the Lussiferda, and the Biblical Lucifer. The Hebrew Bible refers to the “lightbearer” or “bringer of the dawn” as הֵילֵל, which is pronounced “HAY-lale.” The translators of the King James Version, published in 1611, chose to use the Latin “lucifer” (lowercase), Latin for “light-brining.”

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In Italy, where St. Lucia is said to have lived and died, children leave sandwiches for her and she rides a flying donkey, giving coal to bad children and… flour, sugar or salt to the good. Now that’s an incentive! They don’t, however, eat anything made of wheat flour on this day, munching instead on cuccia (a desert made of wheat berries) and biscotti made to look like eyeballs.

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In Hungary, groups of children sing ancient fertility songs and, if given gifts of pears, bless the houses’ poultry. If not rewarded, they have to power to make all the chickens die… except one… which is left blind.

Swede Party

 

A newer tradition is for college students to party all night long on St. Lucia Day, since it’s one of the last chances to get together before going home for Christmas.

Children on St. Lucy's Day
“A NOCTURNAL UPON ST. LUCY’S DAY,
BEING THE SHORTEST DAY”

 

‘TIS the year’s midnight, and it is the day’s,
Lucy’s, who scarce seven hours herself unmasks ;
The sun is spent, and now his flasks
Send forth light squibs, no constant rays ;
The world’s whole sap is sunk ;
The general balm th’ hydroptic earth hath drunk,
Whither, as to the bed’s-feet, life is shrunk,
Dead and interr’d ; yet all these seem to laugh,
Compared with me, who am their epitaph.

Study me then, you who shall lovers be
At the next world, that is, at the next spring ;
For I am every dead thing,
In whom Love wrought new alchemy.
For his art did express
A quintessence even from nothingness,
From dull privations, and lean emptiness ;
He ruin’d me, and I am re-begot
Of absence, darkness, death—things which are not.

All others, from all things, draw all that’s good,
Life, soul, form, spirit, whence they being have ;
I, by Love’s limbec, am the grave
Of all, that’s nothing. Oft a flood
Have we two wept, and so
Drown’d the whole world, us two ; oft did we grow,
To be two chaoses, when we did show
Care to aught else ; and often absences
Withdrew our souls, and made us carcasses.

But I am by her death—which word wrongs her—
Of the first nothing the elixir grown ;
Were I a man, that I were one
I needs must know ; I should prefer,
If I were any beast,
Some ends, some means ; yea plants, yea stones detest,
And love ; all, all some properties invest.
If I an ordinary nothing were,
As shadow, a light, and body must be here.

But I am none ; nor will my sun renew.
You lovers, for whose sake the lesser sun
At this time to the Goat is run
To fetch new lust, and give it you,
Enjoy your summer all,
Since she enjoys her long night’s festival.
Let me prepare towards her, and let me call
This hour her vigil, and her eve, since this
Both the year’s and the day’s deep midnight is.

*****

Eric Brightwell is an adventurer, writer, rambler, explorer, cartographer, and guerrilla gardener who is always seeking writing, speaking, traveling, and art opportunities — or salaried work. He is not interested in writing advertorials, clickbait, listicles, or other 21st century variations of spam. Brightwell’s written work has appeared in AmoeblogdiaCRITICS, and KCET Departures. His work has been featured by the American Institute of Architects, the Architecture & Design Museum, the Craft & Folk Art MuseumForm Follows FunctionLos Angeles County StoreSkid Row Housing Trust, and 1650 Gallery. Brightwell has been featured in the Los Angeles TimesHuffington PostLos Angeles MagazineLAistEastsider LABoing BoingLos Angeles, I’m Yours, and on Notebook on Cities and Culture. He has been a guest speaker on KCRW‘s Which Way, LA? and at Emerson College. Art prints of his maps are available from 1650 Gallery and on other products from Cal31. He is currently writing a book about Los Angeles and you can follow him on FacebookInstagram, and Twitter.

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