Celebrating Lucia - or: Why There Shouldn't be Raisins

***Read the below it's important for the snippet to make sense!***

OK, this snippet is actually for the 13th December the day we call simply Lucia. It's a day where choirs of grown ups or children all over Sweden sing Christmas carols and hymns and songs made just for Lucia to their parents and in Church and everywhere. We even crown Sweden's Lucia in Stockholm every year.She's the bride of light, the maid dressed in white with candles in her hair that bring us hope in the dark before Christmas. Actually she (Sweden's Lucia) usually wake the Nobel prize winners with singing and scares the life out of them LOL

M/M spanking, original characters, very short snippet, simply for fun and you get it now because Mary Ann wanted a story, sorry it's not longer :-)

Also two notes: a `lussebulle' is sweet bread with saffron and there's usually raisin's in it, it's traditional Christmas food, that and gingerbread biscuits.`Glögg' is hot red wine with various spices, cardamom and clove being the major. You can put scolded almonds and… yes *raisins* in that too.

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 Celebrating Lucia - or: Why There Shouldn't be Raisins

in `Lussebullar'

By: Dice

Heard in background: Silent Night in Swedish sung by a children's choir all dressed in white night-shirts, the girls (there are more girls than boys) wear tinsel in their hair and carry candles – all but one, she has a wreath with candles making a crown. The boys wear tall white cones on their heads and carry stars on sticks in their hands

"Stilla natt, heliga natt.

Allt är frid. Stjärnan blid,

skiner på barnet i stallets strå

och de vakande fromma två.

Kristus till jorden är kommen,

oss är en frälsare född."

Song fades away as we follow a man in his late teens being dragged out of the crowded candlelit room by another man a little over twenty five.

"What did I do!" the younger man asks.

"What kind of person your age throws raisins at a group of singing children?" the second hisses furiously.

"I didn't! Just at Henrik!"

"And why does my nephew deserve to have raisins thrown at him?"

There is an uncomfortable silence during which the younger man can't come up with anything resembling a good answer.

"I'll be good, let's go back inside. We'll miss it!" he tries instead of the excuses.

"There's the men's room, let's go!" is the less than appreciated reply.

"Let's go? Are you serious out here, in public?"

"No more nonsense, Thomas!"

"No noticed!" there is now a note of panic in the younger man's voice.

"Except for that old lady you hit!"

"She thought it was the kids at our table!"

"They were five-year-olds! You acted their age, dammit!"

A new song has started in the hall they just left, but as they both enter the men's room – one struggling and the other glaring – the sound is cut off.

"Would you please explain to me why you decided to throw the raisins?"

"Give me a break! I had one too many mugs of glögg at home, all right?"

"You were drinking none-alcoholic glögg!" the other man says and then suspicion creeps into his voice.

"Weren't you?"

"Er…"

For a moment the closet-sized room is very silent, music drifts in through the door. The older man sits down on the toilet lid and starts unzipping the other man's fly.

"Noooo," the one with his pants around his knees moans.

"If you can shut up, we will be done in two seconds and we can get back in before the kids march out!"

The younger man bites his lip and clenches both fists against the wall while he's pulled down. He is very careful to keep his head out of the dustbin. A spanking begins. It is muted only by the fact that the spankee still has his underwear on and a hand now pressed into his mouth.Suddenly someone yanks the door handle. They stare at each other – one pair of eyes filled with still unshed tears.

"Hurry up, dammit!" the desperate stranger shouts outside.

The two leave the men's room – the younger straightening out rumpled clothing. The desperate stranger outside gapes at them.

"What? `Silent Night' never made you horny?" the younger man snaps.

The desperate stranger decides he's not so desperate after all and runs back into the hall.

"You are such an idiot! That was Henrik's homeroom teacher!" the older man growls.

"Sorry," the younger says, not meaning it at all.

"You're incorrigible!"

"You should've let me throw raisins."

"I wouldn't remind me about the raisins if I were you, or I might remember that we're not done yet."

"Oh."

The two enter the hall again as the bright voices start in on the Lucia song:

"Natten går tunga fjät

runt gård och stuva.

Kring jord som sol'n förlät

skuggorna ruva.

Då i vårt mörka hus,

stiger med tända ljus

Sankta Lucia, Sankta Lucia"*

The End

* Literal translation (hopefully - this is really old Swedish):

The night walks with heavy steps

Around yard and house.

Around earth that the sun abandoned

The shadows hover.

Then in our dark house,

Steps with lit candles

Saint (or Holy) Lucia…

(The music to this is from an Italian folk song, and whenever I hear it I think of Christmas)

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