Unpopular opinion: Christmas dinner is shíte.
Is there anyone whose heart doesn't sink slightly as their Christmas plate becomes overfilled and you essentially end up with a plateful of random, overlapping pig and bird flesh, heavy carbs and sprouts slathered in an indiscernible gloop of gravy/bread/cranberry sauce?
No matter how well done the individual elements, they are too many and too incongruent for it to work as a whole. It just becomes a heap of food. I've usually lost my appetite before I've taken a bite of the unholy mess.
The secret is to ignore the extraneous items and add only the good stuff.
A nice piece of goose leg. Some crispy roast potatoes. A few Brussels sprouts, pleasing if only for the novelty value. The rich giblet gravy. Perhaps a little forcemeat. Parnsips, red cabbage and so on can simply be ignored.
It's a Sunday roast What's not to like?
Here we go, the annual traditional whinge about Christmas dinner.
It's as seasonal* as mince pies.
* The whinge**.
** And the dinner.