Yule lads

Yule Lads
One Santa Claus … no there are 13 Yule Lads,
The Yule lads are figures from Icelandic folklore who in modern times have become the Icelandic version of Santa Claus. Their number has varied over time, but currently there are considered to be thirteen.
They put rewards or punishments into shoes placed by children on window sills during the last thirteen nights before Christmas Eve. Every night, one Yuletide lad visits each child, leaving gifts or rotting potatoes,depending on the child’s behaviour throughout the year.The Yule Lads’ names reflect their special talents, look or appetite. The Yuletide-lads are said to "come to town" during the last 13 nights before Christmas. Below are the 'official' thirteen Yuletide-lads in the order they arrive (and depart).
The Yule Lads Poem
Poet Jóhannes úr Kötlum wrote a poem about the Yule Lads in 1932, this poem is still very popular and recited in many homes ans schools in December.
Stekkjastaur - Sheep-Cote Clod
The first of them was Sheep-Cote Clod.
He came stiff as wood,
to prey upon the farmer's sheep
as far as he could.
He wished to suck the ewes,
but it was no accident
he couldn't; he had stiff knees
- not to convenient.

Giljagaur - Gully Gawk
The second was Gully Gawk,
gray his head and mien.
He snuck into the cow barn
from his craggy ravine.
Hiding in the stalls,
he would steal the milk, while
the milkmaid gave the cowherd
a meaningful smile.

Stúfur - Stubby
Stubby was the third called,
a stunted little man,
who watched for every chance
to whisk off a pan.
And scurrying away with it,
he scraped off the bits
that stuck to the bottom
and brims - his favorites.

Þvörusleikir - Spoon-Licker
The fourth was Spoon Licker;
like spindle he was thin.
He felt himself in clover
when the cook wasn't in.
Then stepping up, he grappled
the stirring spoon with glee,
holding it with both hands
for it was slippery.
Pottaskefill - Pot-Scraper
Pot Scraper, the fifth one,
was a funny sort of chap.
When kids were given scrapings,
he'd come to the door and tap.
And they would rush to see
if there really was a guest.
Then he hurried to the pot
and had a scraping fest.

Askasleikir - Bowl-Licker
Bowl Licker, the sixth one,
was shockingly ill bred.
From underneath the bedsteads
he stuck his ugly head.
And when the bowls were left to be licked by dog or cat,
he snatched them for himself
- he was sure good at that!

Hurðaskellir - Door-Slammer
The seventh was Door Slammer,
a sorry, vulgar chap:
When people in the twilight
would take a little nap,
he was happy as a lark
with the havoc he could wreak,
slamming doors and hearing
the hinges on them squeak.

Skyrgámur - Skyr-Gobbler
Skyr Gobbler, the eighth,
was an awful stupid bloke.
He lambasted the skyr tub
till the lid on it broke.
Then he stood there gobbling
- his greed was well known -
until, about to burst,
he would bleat, howl and groan.

Bjúgnakrækir - Sausage-Swiper
The ninth was Sausage Swiper,
a shifty pilferer.
He climbed up to the rafters
and raided food from there.
Sitting on a crossbeam
in soot and in smoke,
he fed himself on sausage
fit for gentlefolk.

Gluggagægir - Window-Peeper
The tenth was Window Peeper,
a weird little twit, who stepped up to the window and stole a peek through it.
And whatever was inside
to which his eye was drawn,
he most likely attempted
to take later on.

Gáttaþefur - Doorway Sniffer
Eleventh was Door Sniffer,
a doltish lad and gross.
He never got a cold, yet had
a huge, sensitive nose.
He caught the scent of lace bread
while leagues away still
and ran toward it weightless
as wind over dale and hill.

Ketkrókur - Meat-Hook
Meat Hook, the twelfth one,
his talent would display
as soon as he arrived
on Saint Thorlak's Day.
He snagged himself a morsel
of meet of any sort,
although his hook at times was
a tiny bit short.

Kertasníkir - Candle Beggar
The thirteenth was Candle Beggar
- ‘twas cold, I believe,
if he was not the last
of the lot on Christmas Eve.
He trailed after the little ones
who, like happy sprites,
ran about the farm with
their fine tallow lights.
Stekkjastaur Sheep-Cote Clod
The first to arrive on 12 December ,he harasses sheep, but is impaired by his stiff peg-legs
leaves on 25 December.

Giljagaur / Gully Gawk
Coming Second arriving 13 December ,Hides in gullies, waiting for an opportunity to sneak into the cowshed and steal milk.
leaves on 26 December.
Stúfur / Stubby
Third to come arrives on 14 December, Abnormally short. Steals pans to eat the crust left on them
leaves on 27 December
Þvörusleikir / Spoon-Licker
Fourth to come, arrives on 15 December, Steals Þvörur (a type of a wooden spoon with a long handle – I. þvara) to lick. Is extremely thin due to malnutrition. Leaves on 28 December.
Pottaskefill / Pot-Scraper
The fifth to come 16 December, Steals leftovers from pots. leaves on 29 December.
Askasleikir / Bowl-Licker
Sixt to come. arrives on 17 December, Hides under beds waiting for someone to put down their "askur" (a type of bowl with a lid used instead of dishes), which he then steals. Leaves on 30 December
Hurðaskellir / Door-Slammer
The seventh arrives on 18 December, Likes to slam doors, especially during the night. leaves on 31 December.
Skyrgámur / Skyr-Gobbler
The eight to come arrives on 19 December,A Yule Lad with an affinity for skyr. leaves on 1 January.
Bjúgnakrækir / Sausage-Swiper
The ninth to come arrives on 20 December, Would hide in the rafters and snatch sausages that were being smoked. leaves on 2 January.
Gluggagægir / Window-Peeper
The tenth to come arrives on 21 December, A snoop who would look through windows in search of things to steal. Leaves on 3 January.
Gáttaþefur / Doorway-Sniffer
The eleventh to come arrives on 22 December, Has an abnormally large nose and an acute sense of smell which he uses to locate laufabrauð. Leaves on 4 January.
Ketkrókur / Meat-Hook
The twelfth to come arrives on 23 December, Uses a hook to steal meat. Leaves on 5 January.

Kertasníkir / Candle-Stealer
The last to come arrives on 24 December,Follows children in order to steal their candles (which in those days were made of tallow and thus edible). Leaves on 6 January