‘Now thrice welcome, Christmas, which brings us good cheer, minc’d-pies and plum-porridge, good ale and strong beer’ runs an entry in Poor Robin’s Almanac for 1695. We all love Christmas. We adore Christmas. We treasure Christmas. “It’s Christmas,” we say, “the Season of Good Cheer.” There’s the magic of Christmas, with Christmas stockings, hampers, cakes, trees, decorations and presents. Added to which, there is Christmas dinner.
In Germany they celebrate Christmas with Gänsebraten mid Äpfeln, Rotkohl und Kartoffelklösse (roast goose with apples, red cabbage and potato dumplings to you). In Finland they tuck into Rusinasoppa (cinnamon-spiced plum porridge). In the French region of Provence they make do with a mere treize desserts (thirteen puddings). In Poland, as far as I can make out, they eat their Christmas Day feast on…
