The Jolakotturinn of Iceland is bigger than life in Reykjavik this year! This Christmas Cat goes after those who didn't get any new clothes at all for the holiday; even one small sock will get you off the hook. I'm safe because I have two whole new pairs of socks!
Bjork has a song about this festive fiend. It's in Icelandic. Don't fret: you can see a translated version here.
His whiskers, sharp as bristles,
His back arched up high,
And the claws of his hairy paws
Were a terrible sight.
Sounds like business as usual around here. I think I shall go look for my new socks.