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Gáttaþefur

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

Gluggagægir

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

Bjúgnakrækir

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

Skyrgámur

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!

Hurðaskellir

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…

Askasleikir

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

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

Þvörusleikir

Slow down boys… jólasveinar @home

Stúfur

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.…

Giljagaur

and the jólasveinar march on and on across the floor… Giljagaur came this morning. He likes to hide in the folds in the landscape, crawling towards your barn, where he will sneak up to the cows in the morning and skim the significance off your double blinded data set, leaving but a suggestion of a…