The fourth and silly yule lad comes to town the night of December 14th. His name is Þvörusleikir (Spoon Licker) and will lick any spoon in sight. This silly Þvörusleikir yule lad is the tallest of them all. However, he’s a lot like his very short brother in that he loves to lick the dirty leftovers.
Skin and bones
Unlike most trolls, this silly Þvörusleikir yule lad is just skin and bones. This is because living off of licking spoons is no way to get your good and important nutrition. Therefore, Þvörusleikir suffers from malnutrition.
This silly yule lad’s favorite thing to do is to break into people’s homes in the middle of the night and lick the dirty wooden spoons in the kitchen. This is because the wooden spoons are used to scrape the pots that were filled with delicious dinner.
Going home
On December 28th, the spoon licking comes to an end for the silly Þvörusleikir yule lad. It is time for him to go back home to his parents Grýla and Leppalúði. Make sure to leave some extra fatty meat and porridge on your wooden spoons so this poor malnutritious spoon licker can fatten up a little bit.
Poem
translation by Hallberg Hallmundsson
The fourth was Spoon Licker,
like spindle he was thin.
He felt himself in clover
when the cook wasn’t in.
Then stepping up, he grappled
the stirring spoon with glee,
holding it with both hands
for it was slippery.
Verse
Ladle Licker lingered on the road,
long and thin he looks like a flagpole.
Hurrying in the dark he found a pot at once
