She Came Upon a Midnight Clear (That Gory Lass, Gryla, of Old)
Midnight, and the whispers begin
The naughty kids cower in fear
Gryla is coming to feast on their sin
The ogre- troll soon will appear
Fifteen tails, three heads with three eyes
And horns of a goat at each side
Ears to her nose, sniffing demise
The naughty have nowhere to hide
Mouth like a quarry, teeth as stone
A hunger for flesh boiled in broth
Grinding to powder every bone
Enjoying their bubble and froth
Beards on each chin braided as twigs
A foul anthem seethed in her harm
Iceland's children, her little pigs
And tenderness she plans to farm
Leaving the mountain set to eat
The giantess has bags on each tail
Filling them full with mortal meat
She laughs as they bellow and wail
Clicking and clacking, hooves for feet
Exasperate horror and dread
Smirking and smacking, oh, the treat
For soon boys and girls will be dead
Yule Lads, thirteen, hover around
The offspring of Gryla's design
Sneaking and snatching, they have found
Employment's mischievous shrine
Sheep Cote Clog fancies wooly sheep
And Gully Gawk downs the cow's milk
Stubby takes pies he plans to keep
And Spoon Licker steals his name's ilk
Pot Scraper ravages old food
And Bowl Licker licks clean the bowl
Door Slammer wakes you, being quite rude
And Skyr Gobbler gobbles things whole
Window Peeper keeps a look out
As Sausage Swiper swipes the pork
Doorway sniffer sniffs bread about
And Meat Hook takes food off the fork
Candle Stealer steals all the light
And leaves naughty kids in the dark
Gryla comes this unholy night
Her children have left her their mark
Once her new catches fill her need
A summons ensures blood goes 'splat'
Beastly brutality will feed
As comes her own pet, the Yule Cat
Ravaging any and all left
Those children without new clothing
Fill the beast's belly- lost, bereft
As folly sating its loathing
Red on the doorways; bloody streets
A bloodbath beneath every tree
Nothing but pieces; tattered sheets
Removed for sad parents to see
Thirteen Lads head home with a grin
As Gryla and her Yule Cat dine
Midnight, and the whispers begin
The blood of the kids becomes wine