Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Buffy or Harry Potter.
A/N: This was originally written to be posted tomorrow, the 13th of
December, which is St. Lucia's day. I'm impatient, and decided to post it
now. *blushes* But enjoy.
St. Lucia was originally Italian, which is why the song is in Italian, instead of Swedish or Norwegian. The tradition of celebrating it like this, is original Swedish, I believe (feel free to correct me.) but it is also celebrated all over Norway.
The girl with the lightcrown.
"Sul mare luccica L'astro d'argento Placida e' l'onda Prospero e' il vento"
Dawn was in a Christmas mood. She had searched the net for different customs for the weeks leading up to Christmas, and had come up with one special thing to do for the inhabitants of 1630 Revello Drive on December 13th.
Buffy had been out patrolling last night.
Dawn had baked at home.
She'd aired out afterwards. It was a shame to let the nice smell of baked goods out of the house, but it was supposed to be a surprise, at least until the next morning, which was just about now.
She had everything else ready, had put on the light crown, and the white dress. She'd even enlisted Spike and Draco to be her pages.
Draco would carry the hot cocoa. Spike could carry the cups.
Just to make sure that there was enough cocoa left to the female upstairs
She had finished decorating their hats with stars last night, but getting Spike into white clothes was probably going to be a problem.
"'Bit."
There they were. Spike had made an effort, so she supposed the event wasn't totally screwed. So, gray wasn't white, but it was closer than black.
Draco, who had just appeared in Sunnydale high one day, wore gray as well. But he always did that. Well, except for some days. then he mixed it with green.
But their clothes sort of matched the silver she had used to make the stars on the blue hats.
"Here Spike," she took the hat and put it on his head. "You're supposed to wear this."
"I know, Bit. I was in Norway on this day once. And very delicious it was too." Dawn stopped him before he could embellish more on that story.
"I've got the basket with the buns."
"What?" Draco asked, in his usual bratty voice that would've annoyed her to no end, if he hadn't stood up for her one of his first days in town. "We're not getting to hear a story filled with blood and gore and pretty virgins?"
"No," Spike said loftily, ignoring Draco. "They're not mere buns, every single one of them is a lussekatt."
"Whatever," she put the hat on Draco's head. "Just grab the mugs, Spike and Draco bring the cocoa. We start the singing when we're walking up the stairs. Are you ready?"
"Sure," Draco rolled his eyes. "Because this is what evil guys do at Saturdays when they have free time. They do charity work."
"Shush."
"Well, I'm as I'll ever be, Bit, making a fool of myself, once again. I do get cocoa, with marshmallows afterwards. Right?"
"Venite all'agile Barchetta mia Santa Lucia Santa Lucia... "
St. Lucia was originally Italian, which is why the song is in Italian, instead of Swedish or Norwegian. The tradition of celebrating it like this, is original Swedish, I believe (feel free to correct me.) but it is also celebrated all over Norway.
The girl with the lightcrown.
"Sul mare luccica L'astro d'argento Placida e' l'onda Prospero e' il vento"
Dawn was in a Christmas mood. She had searched the net for different customs for the weeks leading up to Christmas, and had come up with one special thing to do for the inhabitants of 1630 Revello Drive on December 13th.
Buffy had been out patrolling last night.
Dawn had baked at home.
She'd aired out afterwards. It was a shame to let the nice smell of baked goods out of the house, but it was supposed to be a surprise, at least until the next morning, which was just about now.
She had everything else ready, had put on the light crown, and the white dress. She'd even enlisted Spike and Draco to be her pages.
Draco would carry the hot cocoa. Spike could carry the cups.
Just to make sure that there was enough cocoa left to the female upstairs
She had finished decorating their hats with stars last night, but getting Spike into white clothes was probably going to be a problem.
"'Bit."
There they were. Spike had made an effort, so she supposed the event wasn't totally screwed. So, gray wasn't white, but it was closer than black.
Draco, who had just appeared in Sunnydale high one day, wore gray as well. But he always did that. Well, except for some days. then he mixed it with green.
But their clothes sort of matched the silver she had used to make the stars on the blue hats.
"Here Spike," she took the hat and put it on his head. "You're supposed to wear this."
"I know, Bit. I was in Norway on this day once. And very delicious it was too." Dawn stopped him before he could embellish more on that story.
"I've got the basket with the buns."
"What?" Draco asked, in his usual bratty voice that would've annoyed her to no end, if he hadn't stood up for her one of his first days in town. "We're not getting to hear a story filled with blood and gore and pretty virgins?"
"No," Spike said loftily, ignoring Draco. "They're not mere buns, every single one of them is a lussekatt."
"Whatever," she put the hat on Draco's head. "Just grab the mugs, Spike and Draco bring the cocoa. We start the singing when we're walking up the stairs. Are you ready?"
"Sure," Draco rolled his eyes. "Because this is what evil guys do at Saturdays when they have free time. They do charity work."
"Shush."
"Well, I'm as I'll ever be, Bit, making a fool of myself, once again. I do get cocoa, with marshmallows afterwards. Right?"
"Venite all'agile Barchetta mia Santa Lucia Santa Lucia... "