In Icelandic folklore, there is a pair of trolls that live in the mountains. These trolls have thirteen children, and they come down from the mountains to terrorize and harass people throughout the Yuletide season. The modern take on the Yule lads paints them somewhat more benevolently, as they have become the Icelandic version of Santa Claus, or at least that’s what Wikipedia tells me.
So, since I like drawing and love semi-obscure (to American culture) Christmas figures, I present to you the first two Yule lads:
December 12: Stekkjastaur, the Sheep Cote Clod
Stekkjastaur harasses sheep, but is impaired by his wooden legs. I’m not one-hundred percent certain by what is meant by “harasses sheep,” but if my thinking is correct, those two sheep are valid in their feelings of distress.
December 13: Giljagaur, the Gully Gawk
Giljagaur hides in gullies, makes sure that there’s no one around, and then makes a mad dash to the cow shed so he can steal milk. I presume that he does so by sucking directly on the cow’s udder. He’s like a milk Chupacabra.