Hurðaskellir aka door slammer. This freak turn up on the 18th and leaves on the 31st

Door Slammer comes to town on 18 December. He always made a lot of noise when he walked around, slamming doors and such, so people could hardly get any rest.

The seventh was Door Slammer,
a sorry, vulgar chap:
When people in the twilight
would take a little nap,

he was happy as a lark
with the havoc he could wreak,
slamming doors and hearing
the hinges on them squeak.

Although the other Lads’ acts of dickery may be confusing to modern people, and most of them require a fair understanding of medieval Icelandic culture and way of life to fully appreciate, Door-Slammer’s rather bland brand of shithead-ism requires little elaboration. This asshole shows up at your house in the middle of the night and slams your fucking doors. Repeatedly.

Defense against Door-Slammer:

• Lock and bar doors when not in active use
• Alternatively, wedge them open securely
• Don’t allow kids anywhere near your home
• Use nothing but revolving doors