I saw this online somewhere. This is an Icelandic tradition I can get behind. And it’s probably one of the few not meant to terrorize the kids. Unlike the Yule Cat and the Yule Lads, and various trolls and giants. (Confession: I did like the giant Yule Cat set up in downtown Reykjavik.)

A less traumatizing tradition also might be found in April at the Iceland Writers Retreat.