Category archives for Iceland


The penultimate half-troll trundles into town today, ready to pounce on the shoppers rushing home with their treasures Ketrókur he carries a big stick and he is not afraid to use it, upon it is a hook with which he’ll snag the who-beast shanks straight from the pot and scarf it up while it is…


getting ready for the grand finale, the eleventh of the elven comes sidling into town Gáttaþefur He is well endowed this lad, and his long and sensitive proboscis will sniff out the christmas baking and he will swipe it if he can he is hoping for some Laufabrauð nom nom nom


bit naughty this half-troll is Gluggagægir likes to peep through your window late at night and see wassup he’s a sweety, really he is, just checking on whether you’ve been naughty as we get closer to the big day


and the jólasveinar march on with their stout staffs in their hand… this morning Bjúgnakrækir he climbs the rafters looking for sausages being hung or smoked, he particularly like the thick fatty bjúgu – lamb or horse he’ll eat them all nom nom nom


Oh dreadful son-of-a-troll! Last night the most feared of all the jólasveinar came, and a true son of a troll is he… Skyrgámur! Curse you! He steals your skyr, the last of the precious few hauled hundreds of miles across the mountains, in the snow, up hill, both ways… and then he taunts you!


If you wake tonight to the door slamming, it is probably just the wind, or is it… Hurðaskellir – he’s a bother. This explains it all…


And the jólasveinar keep stumbling in, the pace ramping up as christmas approaches (actually it is steady at one per day, it just feels ever more frantic) Askasleikir – he licks your Ask clean, natch. No, this sort of Askur, silly – the sort you keep your skyr in!


Pottasleikir – cheap, but he licks the pots clean, saves on the washing up


Slow down boys… jólasveinar @home


Stúfur is the littlest jólasveinn, and, I am told, much beloved of the girls. He is not so much a (half)troll as your very own Home Gnome. Very stubborn, loyal, somewhat fierce and generous to a fault. He rowed to our distant shores last night, bringing wee little treats, received with much joy this morning.…