Askasleikir arrvies this night! The sixth brother of the Yule lads!
In the old days, Icelanders ate their food from a lidded wooden bowl called “askur,” with everyone having their own separate one. This old fellow would creep in, sometimes hide under the bed, and then snatch the askar whenever they were put aside, licking their insides clean. Since most people have upgraded to plates, he probably has too, but still keeps his name, for old times sake.


















