I told you several days ago that there has been an interesting development of late...Well things just get stranger and stranger. Some of my new creations and ones from years ago are auditioning, for a Jolasveinar representative in other countries besides Iceland. Needless to say the Jolasveinar don't like this idea at all.
Þvörusleikir had a conversation with with a little Penguin...Odd!!! you say...indeed it is, as we all know that Penguins live in the South Pole region and that Polar Bears live in the North Pole region.
Seems this Penguin found himself in Iceland and in a Zoo, that he escaped...poor little fellow no wonder he wants to audition for a Jolasveinar job and move to his beloved South Pole. Here is their conversation:
Little Penguin: Hello, there Mr. Þvörusleikir.
Þvörusleikir, looking all around (he is a tall and a lanky fellow): Who said that?
Little Penguin: I did!!! I am down here.
Þvörusleikir, looking down and grimacing: Who are you? You are a short little thing whatever you are.
Little Penguin, puffing out his chest, replying in an indignant manner: I am a Penguin and I come from the South Pole. I am auditioning for you job that I will do when I go back home.
Þvörusleikir, smiled and said: You are a feisty little thing...I like you, although, you do not qualify for my job as it is plain to see that you don't have a tongue.
Little Penguin, puffing out his chest even more, so much, that he almost fell: I do have a tongue. He opened his mouth and said "Dwee hethe".
Þvörusleikir: That little thing could not lick anything, let alone a long wooden spoon...plus the fact, you are too small.
Little Penguin, stepping up on his toes: Too small, too small!!!..I am not small !!!
Þvörusleikir, feeling sorry for the little fellow, handed him a spoon and said: Let me see how you do with this and I will think it over.
Little Penguin, reached for the spoon...it fell on the floor and try as he might, he could not pick that big wooden spoon up off the floor.
Þvörusleikir: There, there, little fellow . That little thing you call a tongue was not the problem after all...the fact that you don't have hands...that is the problem.
Little Penguin, flapping his wings about, said: I too have hands. See!!!
Þvörusleikir: Sorry little fellow, those are wings and one cannot pick up a spoon when one has wings. I am ever so sorry, that proves it you do not qualify.
The Little Penguin waddled away with his head down.
Þvörusleikir felt very sorry for the little guy, but facts are facts, he though to himself, as he continued on with his very important job of licking spoons.
Þvörusleikir...Spoon-licker likes to lick the wooden spoon, that is used to stir the food in the big pots.
When he sees his opportunity he shoots into the kitchen and grabs the spoon and holds it tight with both hands. This poor fellow is long and skinny and always hungry, as there is not much nourishment on a wooden spoon.
Today he was lucky as you can see and has licked the spoon clean.
It is interesting to me how many translations of the name Jolasveinar there are. I have come across Yulelads, Yuletide Lads, Yule Goblins, Christmas Elves, Christmas Men and Christmas Lads. I am sure there are many more.
There have been over 80 recorded names for the Jolasveinar themselves, describing their looks or their tricks.
I wonder why names such as Bandaleisir....Strap looser, Faldafleikir....Skirt blower, this name I have also seen translated as Skirt flipper, Hlodustrangi....Barn roll.
Have the Jolasveinar become more politically correct? I wonder.
