and the jólasveinar march on with their stout staffs in their hand...
this morning
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
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Bjúgnakrækir - hold on to your sausages.
The hungry elves are back, and this one will hook the sausages from the rafters and snarf them.
"Bjúgu" are a particular Icelandic delicacy, large, very fatty. Good winter food.
Bjúgnakrækir - he will swipe your sausages, even if you hang them high.
Mmm, horse sausage is making a comeback in Iceland.
Poor peoples' food, that, and whale steaks.
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