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13 Yule Lads live in Iceland, the sons of the old trolls Grýla and Leppalúði. Grýla and Leppalúði keep a pet, a wicked cat, which may sometimes catch children. Grýla, who is big and formidable, was said to collect the naughty children in a sack and take them home to eat for Christmas dinner. If a child is naughty, Grýla finds out immediately. Grýla can't lay her hands on good children.

 

An old tradition in Iceland is, that 13 days prior to Christmas the Yule Lads start coming down from the mountain one each night. Children in Iceland place their best shoe on their windowsill before going to bed and each night a little gift is left in the shoe from the Yule lad that came down from the mountain that night. If the child has been misbehaving, there might be a raw potato left instead.

 

The Yule Lads aren't as mean as their parents but they aren't very well-mannered either. The Icelandic Christmas season begins on December 12th, when Stekkjastaur (Sheep-Cote Clod) descends from the mountains. The last one, Kertasníkir (Candle-Stealer) arrives on Aðfangadagur, Christmas day on the 24th of December. Then they leave again to the mountains, one by one in the same order until the last one, Kertasníkir leaves on the last day of Christmas, January 6th.

 

The Yule Lads have made Dimmuborgir their home. Dimmuborgir is an enchanting area to explore on a nice summer day. Visiting Dimmuborgir at Christmas time, however, is truly magical. The landscape takes on a different look in its winter garb and that is the time when the Icelandic Yule Lads who reside in Dimmuborgir become active. Visiting them in their natural habitat is an unforgettable experience for children of all ages. 

 

The first of them was Sheep-Cote Clod. 
He came stiff as wood, 
to pray upon the farmer´s sheep 
as far as he could. 

The second was Gully Gawk, 
gray his head and mien. 
He snuck into the cow barn 
from his craggy ravine. 

Stubby was the third called, 
a stunted little man, 
who watched for every chance 
to whisk off a pan. 

The fourth was Spoon Licker; 
like spindle he was thin. 
He felt himself in clover 
when the cook wasn´t in. 

Pot Scraper, the fifth one, 
was a funny sort of chap. 
When kids were given scrapings, 
he´d come to the door and tap

Bowl Licker, the sixth one, 
was shockingly ill bred. 
From underneath the bedsteads 
he stuck his ugly head. 

The seventh was Door Slammer, 
a sorry, vulgar chap: 
When people in the twilight 
would take a little nap

Skyr Gobbler, the eighth, 
was an awful stupid bloke. 
He lambasted the skyr tub 
till the lid on it broke

The ninth was Sausage Swiper,
a shifty pilferer. 
He climbed up to the rafters 
and raided food from there.

The tenth was Window Peeper,
a weird little twit, 
who stepped up to the window 
and stole a peek through it

Eleventh was Door Sniffer,
a doltish lad and gross. 
He never got a cold, yet had 
a huge, sensitive nose.

Meat Hook, the twelfth one, 
his talent would display 
as soon as he arrived 
on Saint Thorlak´s Day.

The thirteenth was Candle Beggar
- ´twas cold, I believe, 
if he was not the last 
of the lot on Christmas Eve

 

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