Alright like, I said in the previous post I’m going all out on the folklore and Yule traditions. The setting is now moving towards the Icelandic, it’s time to talk about the Yule lads, thirteen unruly troll boys.
Now, unlike Yule Cat who pounces and gobbles children whom aren’t outfitted with new clothes, this gang of 13 lads prank naughty children, but if you’re good you’re given a gift aka they remind me of the SourPatch Kids ( The American version.). Evidently, parents were banned back in the 1700’s for telling cruel benevolent stories of the Lads coming on Christmas Eve.
Honestly, I think the parents were tired of their kids being a pain in the ass and decided to scare the hell out of them so they stayed in line. Nowadays the lads are told in a way that they appear to be benign at best so as not to frighten children, sounds bit like a Disney bit, right? Although in my previous post,New Clothes? Death By Cat!! one of the Lads( smallest of the 13) was able not only to calm said feral beast, but ride him.
All and all I’d rather be pranked by 13 troll boys than be eaten by a giant feline fashionista or the the Yule Lads mother, whom strolls alongside said giant feline, nomming on naughty children in her wake. I don’t know about you but an “ogress troll” and gargantuan cat feasting on children would make me sure to mind my P’s and Q’s.
Morale of the story today is to be good, be kind to others and,
As Always Keep On Brewin!