W e’ve been going to the same church for five years now and about a week or so into the Advent season—that’s, like, seven pieces of chocolate if your keeping track of time by way of one of those seasonal paper calendars with candy hiding behind the pop-open windows—congregants are invited to gather together for food and a meet and greet with these two saints, Nicholas and Lucia, gone coming on 1,800 years now. I’m still relatively new to this tradition and until this morning I thought that marking Nick and Lucy’s work on behalf of the poor and commitment to their faith was observed similarly across the denomination, but no. It was my friend Jane’s idea to squeeze their individual feast days (December…