"Let me tell the story of the lads of few charms, who once upon a time used to visit our farms. They came from the mountains, as many of you know, in a long single file to the farmsteads below.
Grýla was their mother - she gave them ogre milk - and the father Leppalúdi; a loathsome ilk. They were called the Yuletide lads - at Yuletide they were due - and always came one by one, not ever two by two.
Thirteen altogether, these gents in their prime didn´t want to irk people all at one time. Creeping up, all stealth, they unlocked the door. The kitchen and the pantry they came looking for.
They hid where they could, with a cunning look or sneer, ready with their pranks when people weren´t near.
And even when they were seen, they weren´t loath to roam and play their tricks - disturbing the peace of the home.
The first of them was Sheep-Cote Clod.
He came stiff as wood, to pray 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."
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