So it is December 13, the real day that begins the Christmas season to me. In Sweden they celebrate Saint Lucia's Day (St. Lucy's Day).
So the story goes something like this: around the year 283 when Christianity was starting to catch on and replace the earth religions, a Christian virgin named Lucy was offered to a Pagan for marriage by her dying mother, but, before the God-forsaken Pagan could get his dirty hands on Lucy, Saint Agatha appeared to her in a dream and told her that her mom would be heeled and that she didn't have to marry the mean old Pagan, and could remain a devout virgin the rest of her life! When her Pagan suitor heard of this, he demanded she denounce her beliefs or be sold into prostitution. She refused and the shit hit the fan: a soldier stabbed her in the neck with his sword to stop her from talking bad about the Pagan Gods, but Lucy survived and kept on stating her love for the Pope. This infuriated the soldiers and so another stabbed her in the eyes which bled like crazy before miraculously healing. In other words, the bitch just wouldn't die, that is, until a priest came along and read her the Last Rites. Then all was well, so the story goes.