The Belsnickel Blog

Grýla’s story reaches back more than seven hundred years, long before the modern concept of Santa Claus ever emerged. She first appears in 13th-century Icelandic texts, mentioned in sagas as a giantess living in the mountains. Early tales described her as a creature of hunger and winter, a symbol of scarcity in a harsh land where food was precious and survival uncertain.

Deep in the icy wastes of Iceland’s highlands, beyond the reach of men and the warmth of hearth light, live two of the most infamous figures in Christmas folklore, Grýla and her lazy husband Leppalúði. They are the parents of the mischievous thirteen Yule Lads, but their story stretches far beyond the antics of their troublesome children. Grýla and Leppalúði embody the ancient fears, moral lessons, and enduring transformations of the winter season, from terror to tenderness.

As the long Icelandic winter deepens and the Yule season reaches its peak, the final of the thirteen Yule Lads descends from the mountains. On December 23rd, just one day before Christmas Eve, Kertasníkir — known in English as The Candle Swiper — makes his appearance. His arrival marks both the end of mischief and the dawn of Christmas light.

As Christmas draws near, a shadow slinks down from the snowy mountains, not to sniff or peek, but to hook.On December 22nd, the twelfth of the thirteen Yule Lads arrives: Ketkrókur, known in English as the Meat-Hook. With his long, iron hook and a nose for savory scents, Ketkrókur sneaks around farms and cottages, seeking one thing above all, smoked meat hanging from the rafters. While his methods may seem sinister, his story is one of survival, the warmth of Christmas kitc

As the snow deepens and the candles glow brighter, a curious figure makes his way through Iceland’s wintry hills. On December 21st, the first day of Yule, the eleventh Yule Lad, Gáttaþefur, or “Doorway Sniffer”, descends from the mountains. With his enormous nose and an uncanny sense of smell, he follows the scent of freshly baked laufabrauð (Icelandic leaf bread) and other Christmas treats wafting from cozy cottages.

The name Bjúgnakrækir translates directly to “Sausage Swiper” or “Sausage Snatcher,” and his reputation fits the name perfectly. In Icelandic folklore, he is one of the 13 mischievous sons of the mountain trolls Grýla and Leppalúði, and the ninth to make his appearance during the Christmas season. Unlike some of his brothers who target dairy or baked goods, Bjúgnakrækir is drawn to meat, especially sausages.

By the time December 18th arrives, Iceland’s Yule season is well underway. The candlelight glows warmly through frosted windows, and the laughter of children echoes with the tales of mountain mischief. On this night, a particularly greedy guest makes his descent from the snowy highlands, Skyrgámur, the Skyr-Gobbler, eighth of the thirteen Yule Lads.

In The Saga of Belsnickel, the battle against Hrungnir marks the first of many great deeds performed by Ulvie and his companions. With the hog’s heart raised high on a pole, a clear message was sent: This land shall not fall to shadow.

On Belsnickel Nacht (Dec 5th), we gather to decorate the log with ribbons and bows to ward off Belsnickel’s switches and coal. Bells are rung to keep trolls away, and we share warm cocoa and wassail. On Christmas Eve, each of us writes a secret wish on paper and tucks it between the ribbons of the Yule Log. The young ones place it in the fire, sending our hopes heavenward in the smoke. A moment of magic, passed down with joy.