Last to arrive, Candle Stealer (Kertasníkir) follows children in order to steal their candles, which, in former times, were made of tallow and therefore edible.
It’s beyond me why Mother had so many children. Some say there are 80 of us living in the mountains. I don’t know. I’ve long lost count. Besides, she only seems to trust the 13 of us to go down to the humans AND find our way back, so who cares about the others.
Why only 13, I’m sometimes asked. I really can’t say, although I suspect it has something to do with Mother’s obsession with DNS and the DNS root name servers number 13. Perhaps she was hoping they’d rename the servers after her boys. Calling them A, B, C, D, E up to M is really, well, uninspirational, she’s said. Then again, we existed long before DNS. Mother conveniently seems to forget this the moment she switches on her computer.
I’m really, really tired now. Need a break. I told Mother I’ve had enough of snow. Next year, I plan to find my way into some hot countries and dive into an Azure blue ocean. I demand her full support for my adventure. She didn’t answer. She had that far-off look on her face. I like to call it her IPAM expression, the one that makes her look as if she’s stored her consciousness in a Cloud and she’s busy figuring out how to connect all the dots. I think she’s dreaming of a new set of Windows. She may be a bit harsh on naughty children, but she’s very clever at deciphering clues and optimizing network utilization.
Too tired to chase children tonight. Hungry. Need candles but children nowadays only seem to have electrical bed lights and lava lamps. Last year, I ended up eating a scented candle in the washroom. Unpleasant after effects that had.
Maybe it’s time for me to think out of the box and adapt to the times. Up, up and away I go! Merry Christmas All!
Boy, are we going to have a good time together!