Sindri Bloggar

Speaking about shoes. Yesterday the first Icelandic Yule Lad (tomtenisse) came to town. Then you have to put your shoe in the window before you go to sleep. If you're lucky he gives you a small present but if you've been bad you might end up with a potatoe in your shoe next morning. There is one jólasveinn coming every night until Christmas. They are all 13 (!) sons of Gryla who tried to eat me last weekend.