Nobel Laureates, who were to arrive shortly as part of their Oslo/Stockholm celebratory tour, typically visit the museum before settling into a banquet at Stockholm’s Stadshuset (City Hall). Save for vans of security personnel and a helicopter whirling in fixed location above the square, these Nobel events were outside our immediate interest. We were focused on purchasing a traditional Christmas Goat.

Many julbocks appear as Christmas ornaments in shop windows. However, since 1966 the people of Gävle, just north of Stockholm, have tossed proportion to the wind and have erected an enormous straw julbock on the town square. Unfortunately, vandals torching the huge straw goat is another Christmas tradition that accompanies the display. The little straw goat we purchased now stands safe from wandering arsonists on a window shelf.
In Sweden no journey to Christmas would be complete without a celebration of Lucia. Kinda surprised us, too. Celebrated on 13-Dec, Lucia commemorates St. Lucia who was a 4th century Christian martyr. The commemoration takes the form of a procession of singers lead by a young girl in a white gown and red sash wearing a crown of lit candles on her head. The candles symbolize the fire that refused to take St. Lucia's life when she was sentenced to be burned.
We didn’t attend the largest Sweden Lucia concert at the Globe Auditorium, but partook in a ceremony sponsored in the World Trade Center building where Jay’s office is located. We sat in appreciation as lovely voices filled the large atrium. But nothing in our past connected us to the event. Jay’s speculation that many of the Swedes who sat with us were filled with rising childhood emotions was confirmed when his native born Swedish office manager came up to us and remarked, “Oh, tears were just rolling down my cheeks.”
We didn’t attend the largest Sweden Lucia concert at the Globe Auditorium, but partook in a ceremony sponsored in the World Trade Center building where Jay’s office is located. We sat in appreciation as lovely voices filled the large atrium. But nothing in our past connected us to the event. Jay’s speculation that many of the Swedes who sat with us were filled with rising childhood emotions was confirmed when his native born Swedish office manager came up to us and remarked, “Oh, tears were just rolling down my cheeks.”
We learn something new here every day.
We are now in the final preparation for a Christmas party we are hosting at our apartment. Soon Swedes, Americans and Swedish-Americans will mingle in our home and share good cheer in wonderful traditional holiday spirit that clearly has universal appeal. God Jul.
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