Why These Stories Matter in the Dark of WinterWhy These Stories Matter in the Dark of Winter
Morning has come again. I am home now. I have finished the journey and put the sleigh away. The last quiet street is long behind me. Snow rests where it

Morning has come again. I am home now. I have finished the journey and put the sleigh away. The last quiet street is long behind me. Snow rests where it

I have been traveling winter roads for a very long time, long enough to know that not every place welcomes the season in the same way. Some winters are loud,

By the time the Yule Lads have finished filling their family’s mountain home, something else has already been happening across Iceland. Shoes have been appearing in windows. Not all at

By the time the ninth lad arrives, their home among the lava fields feels different. Not quieter, exactly. Just used to itself. Boots settle into the same places by the

By the time the first four Yule Lads have arrived, the household among the lava fields has already changed its rhythm. Boots line the doorway in uneven pairs. Someone is

On the first night of the Yule season, something changes in the house among the lava fields. It is not loud at first. A door creaks. Boots shake off snow.

A week ago, when we first met the Yule Troll family, I told you that every household has one mysterious member. Tonight, let us step quietly into the snow outside

If Grýla is the voice of the mountains, then Leppalúði (LEP-pal-LOO-thee) is the hush that settles after the echoes fade. He is the quiet father of the Yule Troll family,

When we first met the Yule Troll family, I introduced them as one great noisy household tucked among the lava fields of Iceland. Tonight, let us draw a little closer.

Meet the Yule Troll Family of Iceland Far to the north of the North Pole, past snowy oceans and volcanic mountains, lives a holiday family unlike any other I have
