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The Santas 
( Jóhannes úr Kætlar

I want to tell a story 
of those boys,
who broke here in the past
on the farms home.

They were seen up in the mountains,
-as many people know, -
in a long tail tail
on the way down to the countryside.

Grýla was their mother
and gave them giant milk,
but the father Leppalúði,
-there were boring people.

Those Santas were named,
-in Christmas they appeared,
and one by one they came,
but never two and two.

They were thirteen
these gentlemen,
who did not want to annoy
all at once

At the door they snuck in
and reduced the valve.
And most of all, they searched
in the kitchen and pantry.

Cunning at first glance
they hid here and there,
to the useless indicator,
if no one was around.

And like, though some see,
was not hesitated
to tease people - and disturb
its peace of mind.

Jumping pole
  came first, 
sticks like a tree.
He snuck into the sheepfolds
and played on the farmer's money.

He wanted to suckle the ewes,
-then they had no seals,
for the poor man had legs,
-It did not go well now.

  was another, 
with his gray head.
-He crawled down from the gorge
and shot into the barn.

He hid in the booths
and the foam stole,
while the cowgirl had
to the cowboy talk.

  was the name of the third, 
the stump saw.
He crouched in a pan,
when possible.

He ran away with her
and shook the particles,
which sometimes burned solid
at the bosom here and there.

The fourth,
  Washing Games, 
was distantly narrow.
And he rejoiced greatly,
when the cook went.

Then he flew like lightning
and the wash grabbed,
and held with both hands,
because she was sometimes slippery.

The fifth
was a strange cold.
-When the children got shovels
he knocked on the door.

They ruku'up, to take care of
whether a guest was traveling.
Then he hurried to the pot
and got a good price.


The sixth  Ash Games, 
was completely unprecedented.-
He in front of the beds
drove his ugly head.

When the people put the ashes
for cat and dog,
he was slung to catch them
and licking in various moods.

The seventh was  Door knockers, 
-that was a bit awkward,
if the people wanted in the twilight
have a good time.

He was not special
huddled over it,
though violently bruised
the hinges in.

Skyrjarmur, the eighth,
was a terrible bull.
He slammed the o'n of the saw
with his fist broke.

Then he moaned
and over the food gein,
until he stood on a whistle
and moaned and pure.

It was the ninth
tricky and snarky.
He threw himself into the ditch
and knelt there.

He was sitting in the kitchen
in soot and smoke
and ate there hung edema,
as no betrayal.

The tenth was
greyish man,
who snuck onto the screen
and looked in on him.

If anything was in there
nice to see,
he usually reaches later
in it tried to achieve.

Eleventh was
  Atrial fibrillation 
- he never got a cold,
and yet had so hilarious
and a huge nose.

He smells of puff pastry
found on the moors,
and light, like smoke,
the smell flowed.

Ketkrókur, the twelfth,
know various songs.-
He trampled in the countryside
on Þorlák's Mass Day.

He grabbed a tutu,
when possible.
But sometimes it turned out to be short
his pole then.

It was thirteenth
-then the weather was cold,
if not he came last
on Christmas Eve.

He chased the little children,
who smiled happy and nice,
and strolled around the town
with their tallow candles.

On Christmas Eve itself,
-sagan simulates from, -
on their boy they sat
and turn the lights on.

Then they went away,
-it then took frost and snow.
On the Thirteenth
the lad went.

Long ago in the mountains
is found in their path.
-But the memories change,
in pictures and poems.

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