Tonight, Kertasníkir arrives (AI image):
The thirteenth was Candle Beggar
- 'twas cold, I believe,
If he was not the last
of the lot on Christmas Eve.
He trailed after the little ones
who, like happy sprites,
ran about the farm with
their fine tallow lights.
#YuleLads #IcelandFolklore
Tonight, Kjötkrókur arrives:
Meat Hook, the twelfth one,
his talent would display
as soon as he arrived
on Saint Thorlak's Day.
He snagged himself a morsel
of meat of any sort,
although his hook at times was
a tiny bit short.
#Iceland #IcelandChristmas #YuleLads #IcelandFolklore
If you're visiting the north of Iceland, don't forget to stop by Dimmuborgir. You can check out where the Yule Lads live in the offseason. #Iceland #IcelandTrip #IcelandAdventure #YuleLads #IcelandChristmas #IcelandFolklore #Dimmuborgir
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Tonight, Gáttaþefur arrives (AI image):
Eleventh was Door Sniffer,
a doltish lad and gross.
He never got a cold, yet had
a huge, sensitive nose.
He caught the scent of lace bread
while leagues away still
and ran toward it weightless
as wind over dale and hill.
#Iceland #YuleLads #IcelandFolklore
Tonight, Gluggagægir arrives:
The tenth was Window Peeper,
a weird little twit,
who stepped up to the window
and stole a peek through it.
And whatever was inside
to which his eye was drawn,
he most likely attempted
to take later on.
#Iceland #IcelandChristmas #YuleLads #IcelandFolklore
Tonight, Bjúgnakrækir arrives (AI image):
The ninth was Sausage Swiper,
a shifty pilferer.
He climbed up to the rafters
and raided food from there.
Sitting on a crossbeam
in soot and in smoke,
he fed himself on sausage
Fit for gentlefolk.
#Iceland #IcelandChristmas #YuleLads #IcelandFolklore
Tonight, Skyrgámur arrives:
Skyr Gobbler, the eighth,
was an awful stupid bloke.
He lambasted the skyr tub
til the lid on it broke.
Then he stood there gobbling
- his greed was well known -
until, about to burst,
he would bleat, howl, and groan.
#IcelandChristmas #YuleLads #IcelandFolklore
Tonight, Hurðaskellir arrives:
The seventh was Door Slammer,
a sorry, vulgar chap:
When people in the twilight
would take a little nap,
he was happy as a lark
with the havoc he could wreak,
slamming doors and hearing
the hinges on them squeak.
#Iceland #IcelandChristmas #YuleLads #IcelandFolklore
Tonight, Pottaskefill arrives:
Pot Scraper, the fifth one,
was a funny sort of chap.
When kids were given scrapings,
he'd come to the door and tap.
And they would rush to see
if there really was a guest.
Then he hurried to the pot
and had a scraping fest.
#Christmas #YuleLads #IcelandFolklore
Tonight, Þvörusleikir arrives:
The fourth was Spoon Licker;
like spindle he was thin.
He felt himself in clover
when the cook wasn't in.
Then stepping up, he grappled
the stirring spoon with glee,
holding it with both hands
for it was slippery.
#IcelandChristmas #YuleLads #IcelandFolklore
Tonight, Stúfur arrives:
Stubby was the third called,
a stunted little man,
who watched for every chance
to whisk off a pan.
And scurrying away with it,
he scraped off the bits
that stuck to the bottom
and brims - his favorites.
#Iceland #IcelandChristmas #YuleLads #IcelandFolklore
Tonight, Giljagaur arrives:
The second was Gully Gawk,
gray his head and mien.
He snuck into the cow barn
from his cragy ravine.
Hiding in the stalls,
He would steal the milk, while
the milkmaid gave the cowherd
a meaningful smile
#Iceland #IcelandChristmas #YuleLads #IcelandFolklore
Tonight, Stekkjastaur arrives:
The first of them was Sheep-Cote Clod
He came stiff as wood,
to prey upon the farmer's sheep
as far as he could.
He wished to suck the ewes,
but it was no accident
he couldn't; he had stiff knees
- not too convenient.
#IcelandChristmas #YuleLads #IcelandFolklore
