Photo Story 010: Kirsten Celebrates St. Lucia’s Day

December 13th and Kirsten surprises her sisters with a Swedish Tradition, but even Kirsten will be surprised before the end! 

This photo story was originally hosted on Google’s PicasaWeb and published on December 30, 2007

Kirsten Celebrates St. Lucia’s Day:



Kirsten quietly shuffles across the house to the bedroom with a large grin on her face.


“Saint Lucia invites you to breakfast” Kirsten loudly calls out


“Mmph?” Molly mumbles. “What’s going on?” Samantha asks peering down from her bunk. Emily sleepily blinks her eyes.


“Kirsten?” Emily mumbles as she slowly opens her eyes.


“What are you doing?” Molly asks as she struggles to wake up.


“You look beautiful!” Samantha, wide awake, comments from high up in her bunk.


After flashing a short, grateful smile at Samantha, Kirsten emphatically repeats “Saint Lucia invites you to breakfast!”


“Saint Lucia is a Sweedish tradition.” Kirsten begins to explain.


“On the darkest day of the year, one daughter in each household gets up while it is still pitch black outside. She wears a white robe with a red sash and a crown with candles – just like I’m wearing.” Kirsten’s eyes sparkled as she remembered past St. Lucia days in Sweden.


“She goes from room to room carrying a tray and inviting everyone to share Lucia buns and coffee. This breakfast is the first party of the holiday season!”


Kirsten finishes her explaination with a triumphant grin. “And now I am sharing that tradition with you!”


“That sounds delightful” Emily enthuses as she gains clearer control of her faculties. “That does sound wonderful” Molly agrees. “I still think you look breathtaking!” Samantha compliments. “Thank you” Kirsten blushes. “Now come down here so we can have breakfast in Molly & Emily’s room” she orders, reverting to her old self.


“Now I don’t have any coffee but I have some Lucia buns. They are the traditional food we eat for breakfast on St. Lucia day” Kirsten explains again.


Kirsten begins to hand out the buns.


“Thank you” Samantha says as Kirsten gives her a bun.


“These are delicious!” Emily exclaims after tasting the one Kirsten gave to her.


In the meantime there is a new girl slowly waking up to all the chatter below.


“What’s that noise?” She asks herself.


“Why it sounds like a party!”


“A good reporter wouldn’t let sleep nor heights keep her from investigating.” She mutters to herself as she carefully climbs down the bunk. “Oops!” She almost slipped on Samantha’s book sitting on the headboard.


“I think the sounds are coming from this direction” She says as she quietly moves toward the sounds.


Seeing a group of girls she timidly speaks up “Hello?”


Everyone turns to look at her, Lucia buns forgotten in their hands. “WHO are YOU?” Kirsten rudely asks.


Molly turns on the light to better see the new girl as the rest of the girls wait for an explaination. “M-my name is Kit.” Kit silently chids herself for being so nervous. A reporter would sound stronger. “I’m new here since my old family didn’t want me anymore” Kit bravely explains as she blinks a tear away.


“Here Kit, would you like one of my Lucia buns?” Emily offers. “My name is Emily.”


“Thank you Emily” Kit gratefully accepts the bun.


As Kit sits down, Molly turns the lamp back off so they can all enjoy Kirsten’s candles. “This is a fantastic bun!” Kit comments. “I made it” Kirsten quickly interrupts. “That’s Kirsten” Emily explained. “She’s teaching us about the Sweden tradition of St. Lucia.”


“Thank you for letting me join you. Kirsten, this bun is delicious.” Kit says in an attempt to smooth Kirsten’s slightly rumpled feathers (Kirsten doesn’t like loosing the center of attention).


“My name is Molly” Molly speaks up. “Welcome to our family Kit.” “Thank you” Kit replies.


“And I’m Samantha.” Samantha joined in. “This is a wonderful family and you will love it here.” “Tell us about yourself” Emily encouraged. “Well, I love to write. I want to be a reporter someday” Kit began. The girls continued to talk until the sun came up.

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