English Christmas food yes.
Polak Christmas food, not so much.
Turkey -I love it in any way shape or form and generally have some once every week or two (not roasted, as Ian has intimated, roasting is a bit of a faff best left to a.n.other).
Stuffing - yes please.
Sprouts - yes please.
Roast veg - yum.
Christmas pud - no thanks, but I'm not big on pud generally.
The alternative is 12 meat-free courses - one for each of the apostles (don't ask me to list them - the courses or the apostles)
But here's an incomplete list of what I've been weaned on.
Oplatek - unleavend bread, or host - if you participate in Holy Communion you'll know what I mean - It's a ritual thing, where you exchange it with good wishes with your nearest and dearest (which is nice). I actually quite like the taste. I think it is no different (and might even be) rice paper. So not the most nourishing of options.
Rollmops - Pickled herring - I can deal with these only if they are followed with a shot of decent vodka. Which has been kept on ice.
Carp - F*ck that. That's a bottom feeder and a beast which for years intimidated me when on the family xmas table. And it was full of fucking bones. Had Salmon not been invented?
Herring in tomato sauce. - Err.... Didn't we have herring earlier?
Pierogi - Ravioli with cheese or mushroom filling. Covered in melted butter. My veins cannot handle this.
Cod fillets in breadcrumbs - there's a theme going here.
Mushrooms, fish, anything else in aspic. Aspic? Are you serious?
Aspic is the population paste of Satan.
Polak cakes - Now these can be seriously good. But the amount of effort which goes into making some of the outweighs the value of the end product.
I have 100% admiration for my gran who used to bake these.
I tried to do so once.
It resulted in a missed birthday party of a close friend because the fucking thing was still being proved / proved again / etc/ 12 hrs after I was due at the party.
Gimme an Angielski Xmas dinner any day of the week and I'll be happy.
ETA
Tradition has is that you don't start eating until the sprogs have spotted the first star in the sky on the night of the 24th.
I like that, but you'd be stuffed and hungry on a cloudy night.