My family went to Polish language midnight mass. I didn't go because I am not religious. And well, I hated going to the school attached to the parish.
The church is really beautiful though.
I used to go to Saturday mass with my grandmother sometimes. Only because she wanted me to. Sometimes we went to ther Polish service and I understood zilch.
So when they got home they brought the new year good luck host and made me take some. I can't remember what it's called. Something Polish. But when I was a kid the priests used to bring it to the houses of parishioners that could not attend. On Christmas Eve they'd knock and give us the host and a blessing and sometimes small gifts.
My cousin came over and he and my uncle played tabletop curling. I don't understand curling. It's such a weird sport. They drank some stuff called coquito that they make at the local bodega. Never even heard of it until now. It looked like white eggnog to me. But I don't drink alcohol so I have no idea what is in it or what it tastes like. I do ubt those people have a license to make and sell booze. But great grandma was a bootlegger anyway so who am I to judge.
It was the typical ham, kielbasa, potato salad, pickles and kapusta my family has had for Christmas for ever since I can remermber and before I was born. I hate sauerkraut type stuff though so I stayed away from the kapusta although it did smell good and was the genuine article. I just don't like the taste.
Unfortunately for me my immediate family is dead or dead to me for various reasons. The only member I have left is a dog that will be 15 on the 1st.