In 1962–years before the world feasted on Beatles music–four lads from Liverpool had a different kind of Christmas feast in Germany.
The minister attached to the Mission said, "Would anyone like to say grace?" and George in his wonderful deadpan way said, "Yes, thank Christ for the soup."
The minister said, "Any more of that and you're all out."
We ate steaks and we found out later that they were horse steaks.
We'd eaten a horse for Christmas.