Skyrgámur or Skyr Glutton (19th Dec.) is the eighth Yule lad to make his way down from the mountains.
Upon coming to a dwelling, he heads straight to the dairy pantry. In the old days Skyr (a calcium-rich dairy product) was stored in large wooden barrels. Skyrgámur would tuck right in and not stop until he reached the bottom – a glutton to be sure, but one with strong bones and teeth!
Size: in cm: 7.5 /in.: 3
Skyr Gobbler, the eighth,
was an awful stupid bloke.
He lambasted the skyr tub
till the lid on it broke.
Then he stood there gobbling
– his greed was well known –
until, about to burst,
he would bleat, howl and groan.