There are many benefits to marrying a real Swedish citizen, one of them happened this morning. Yesterday was a day in Sweden to remember Santa Lucia, who I won't pretend to actually know anything about, except that her name means "bringer of light" because it's the same as Lukas'. But the tradition is that some people in the house (I think traditionally it should have been me...) get up early and bake Advent Wreath (ask Daniel to pronounce this in Swedish). When the delicious marzipan sweet yeast bread is done, early risers put on all white clothes, carry candles, sing a lovely tune about the day and carry the wreath to the ones still in bed.
I did notice Daniel was up extra early, and I did notice a strange combination of white clothes stacked on the kitchen counter before Daniel shoed me back upstairs and I did smell something delicious, but never did I imagine it would involve the short Swede pictured below carrying a candle with a church robe on (which Papa sneakily made out of a curtain the day before, which I also noticed and searched for in the pantry but didn't know what to look for exactly...) followed by my personal Swede singing a lovely tune carrying a beautiful gluten-free Advent Wreath with my morning coffee.
If you're not already married, wait for a Swede.