The Swedish Folklore story of Santa Lucia was something my Grandmother Nelson told me when I was a little girl. True Story! My Grandmother told me this legend when I was young and I only retained very vivid memories of pieces to the story. I could literally see Saint Lucia in her white gown and red sash floating through the black catacombs, lit only by her candle crown, handing out bread from a basket she was carrying. My imagination filled in the blanks. Until a few years ago, I finally decided to research the story that haunted me into adulthood. And I found out that it was not only a tragedy but also the legends and folklore that surrounded it were even more intriguing. Once I knew the sad fate of poor faithful Saint Lucia, I knew what I had to do. I had to again, fill in the blanks to the story…

I don’t write stories without romance. So I created Halen as Lucia’s romantic interest… which turned out to be a harder task than I imagined. How do you create a Hero for a Saint?

Saint Lucia is so strong and in this screenplay, she is even magical. What could Halen bring her that she didn’t already have? As Halen developed, I had to really think about who Saint Lucia could have been. She was a real person. She had a real struggle. She had firm beliefs, she stood her ground even when it meant the cost of her life. But she was also selfless and genuine. Kind to complete strangers. Not to mention generous and brave.

Immortalizing her and keeping her saint-like was very important to me. But I think that even Saints feel and desire love. Love was the key when I was writing this. I had to figure out ways that Halen could break down Lucia’s strong walls and yet keep her pure and unbreakable. All I can hope is that I did her character justice…

My best friend (Elizabeth Constant) and I decided to start celebrating Saint Lucia Day right here in the States every December 13th. The tradition that is still celebrated in other countries around the world to this day (as famous as Santa Claus is to the U.S.) is that the oldest daughter of every household gets to dress up like Saint Lucia and carry a basket of bread and water to give to others. The attire is Lucia’s white gown, red sash, and of course the infamous candle crown. So I have included some photos of my daughter (Kathryn Kay) celebrating on Dec 13th, 2016. We ate Swedish Meatballs and let her frost cinnamon rolls to symbolize the bread that Lucia fed to the hungry. You can even catch a glimpse of Kathryn Kay sneaking some frosting to a pup 🙂


I also wanted to include her song here as well. This is the English Translation of “Sankta Lucia.”

Sankta Lucia

Night walks with a heavy step
Round yard and hearth,
As the sun departs from earth,
Shadows are brooding.
There in our dark house,
Walking with lit candles,
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia!

Night walks grand, yet silent,
Now hear its gentle wings,
In every room so hushed,
Whispering like wings.
Look, at our threshold stands,
White-clad with light in her hair,
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia!

Darkness shall take flight soon,
From earth’s valleys.
So she speaks
Wonderful words to us:
A new day will rise again
From the rosy sky…
Santa Lucia, Santa Lucia!

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