Spoon Licker 🥄 Yule Lad

The frost-encrusted windows of the house Spoon Licker had found were dark and quiet. It stood nestled in the thick snow that looked like a comfortable, white pillow enveloping the walls of his newest target. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation. The smell of freshly baked cookies wafting through the crisp, cold air earlier today had drawn him here.

"Let's see what we got here."

The yule lad murmured and snapped his finger, opening the lock on the kitchen window with a bit of Christmas magic. Oh, how wonderful the sight was unfolding in front of him when Spoon Licker snuck into the house, the warm, festive interior welcoming him like an old friend. Whoever had occupied the kitchen, left the remains of their baking session out in the open and for everyone to admire. Maybe not everyone would appreciate it but Spoon Licker did. The bowls and utensils piling in the sink made his heart jump with juvenile happiness. He couldn't help it. Wooden spoons and cookie batter? He felt like Christmas had come early.

"Like spindle he was thin. He felt himself in clover when the cook wasn't in."

He approached the sink with a poem on his lips, reciting the part about himself because it was arguably the best one. Spoon Licker let his hand circle over the selection of spoons before picking one he liked.

"Then stepping up, he grappled the stirring spoon with glee, holding it with both hands for it was slippery."

The Spoon in question had bits of delicious cookie batter cling to it. A wide grin spread on the Yule lad's face as he settled onto the counter beside the sink. This was the treat he had hoped for. He lifted the spoon to have his first taste but then the sound of something falling over stopped his movements. Was this his imagination playing tricks? No. No, there was a noise coming from the doorway. He contemplated hiding, using his magic to distract who was approaching. It was what was expected of him but he hadn't talked to mortals in so long... what to do, what to do. Before Spoon Licker could come to a decision, a figure appeared in the darkened kitchen entrance.