Foreword - Part 1

Let me tell the story 

of the lads of few charms,

who once upon a time

used to visit our farms.

They came from the mountains,

as many of you know,

in a long single file

to the farmsteads below.

Grýla was their mother

- she gave them ogre milk -

and the father Leppalúdi;

a loathsome ilk.

They were called the Yuletide lads

- at Yuletide they were due -

and always came one by one, 

not ever two by two.

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