Their hunger is insatiable... and so am I. All I did was leave my shoes to dry on the windowsill after slipping in the snow on my trip to Iceland. I thought the stories of the Yule Lads were just stories. Now all thirteen Jólasveinar are intent on taking what they want. At first it takes me by surprise, but when night after night is filled with their lascivious appetites, I start staying up to greet them. Each stroke of midnight promises I get licked, sucked, and stuffed with a new man. Move over boring sleigh-riding Santa, these Icelandic Santa Clauses can come every night—and I've got a much better ride for them.