So we may have a filipino home, but at heart we're still Swedish, or so says mom. At least on December 13. That's the day of St:a Lucia, and the day when Adam and I for once get to hear what those Christmas carols are meant to sound like. At home they're sang from October on, but the lyrics differ. At the Lucia performance in the protestant church, my name wasn't mentioned even once, and Adam's neither. And no one sang that we were the greatest kids ever, at least from what I could hear.
Oh, well. It was still nice. Plus, I was dressed up as Santa's little helper and could cach in on loads of compliments. Mom also wore a costume of some sort, but I'm not sure who she meant to go as.
Oh, well. It was still nice. Plus, I was dressed up as Santa's little helper and could cach in on loads of compliments. Mom also wore a costume of some sort, but I'm not sure who she meant to go as.
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