Culturally my family is Polish, among a mess of other things.  So being an American mutt, I get the fun of being able to pick various things from the range of backgrounds that will form the traditions and customs of my family.  As such there are bits of this and bits of that tempered with a little seasoning from our travels along the way.  One thing that we do eat year for Christmas is we share a special meal together on Christmas Eve called Wigilia.  (It is pronounced vi’ gila, well, that’s how wikipedia wrote out the pronunciation).
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