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                                                                Icelandic Legends passed down from generation to generation .......

                                                  The Legend of the Icelandic Yule Lads is Heidi's writing debut. What began as a

                                                         centuries-old oral legend recounted in her Mother's memoirs, "Trolls-Monster Worm-

                                                     Hidden People: Fond Memories of Iceland" blossomed into a modern children's book. 

                                      The Legend of the Yule Lads is well-known among Icelanders and has been passed down from

generation to generation for over 1,500 years. The country’s rich history of legends and folktales featuring a host of

mystical creatures is reflected in this unique Christmas tale about trolls.  However, like many of Iceland’s legends, the

story of the Yule Lads is virtually unknown outside of the country.  This particular story can be traced back to 13th

Century and the Snorri Sturlson’s Edda.  The Edda refers to the recognized mother of the Yule Lad’s, a horrible ogress

named Gryla.  In that time, Gryla and her many troll offspring were said to terrorize children, hauling badly behaved

children off in great burlap bags to be later eaten.  

The tales of Gryla and the Yule Lads became so gruesome and disturbing that in 1746 a public decree was issued to forbid

parents from using these stories to terrify children.  In the years since, the Yule Lads’ character has been softened from

horrible trolls to mischievous tricksters.  As the legend goes, the Yule Lads come down from the mountain, one each day

starting 13 days before Christmas. They stay through Christmas Day, then leave, one each day, in the order they arrived. 

In 1932, a popular poem was written about the Jólasveinarnir [Yule Lads] by Jóhannes from Kötlum and it first appeared in

the book Jólin Koma [Christmas is coming].  As presented in  Jóhannes  poem, each of the Yule Lad’s name reflects their

particular brand of mischief.  

As presented in  Jóhannes  poem, each of the Yule Lad’s name reflects their particular brand of mischief.  Stekkjastaur

(Sheep Cote Clod) starts things off on December 12th and is best known for stealing sheep’s milk.  Giljagaur (Gulley-Gawk)

arrives the next day and is preoccupied with sneaking into the barn to steal cow’s milk.  Stúfur (Shorty) steals bits of food

left on frying pans while Thvörusleikir (Spoon-licker) steals spoons from the kitchen to lick and Pottasleikir (Pot-licker)

Steals pots and pans for the leftovers.  Askasleikir (Bowl-licker) arrives next and sneak away with the bowls of food left for

The family pets.  Hurdaskellir (Door-slammer) brings his mischief on December 18th by knocking, squeaking hinges on

doors, and generally creating thumps and bumps in the night.  Skyrgámur (Skyr-gobbler) is next with the primary purpose

of pigging out on Skyr, which is a very rich Icelandic version of yogurt.  Bjúgnakrækir (Sausage-swiper) joins in on

December 20th focused on stealing sausage while  Gluggagægir (Window Peeper) keeps himself busy looking for shiny

objects to stuff in his pockets.  Gáttathefur (Door Sniffer) has a very sensitive nose, which he uses to sniffs out all the

Goodies he can find.  Kjötkrókur (Meat-hook) arrives next and hangs out near the dinner table to swipe any meats he can. 

The last Lad, Kertasníkir (Candle-beggar) arrives on Christmas Eve and pilfers candles.

This modernized version of the Icelandic Yule Lad tale brings new life to this very old story.   After accidentally being seen by a human, Stekkjastaur finds he must rely on a young Shepherd boy to keep his secret.  He gives a gift just to protect his troll reputation, but the little boy’s happiness made him happy as well.  He learns that one of the greatest gifts you can receive is the joy in giving to someone else.   One by one, the Yule Lads each take a break from his own mischief, and each one learns the happiness gained from gift-giving.  Even from a source as unlikely as a troll, a selfish act wrapped up in the Christmas spirit can grow into something wonderful.