Tell me how my Christmas tastes

I love this headline and I wanted to be able to use it somehow.
My Christmas tasted like a sausage stuffed inside a bird which was stuffed inside a bird that stuffed inside a bird.

Behold Turducken!

I was expecting something more like what John Madden gave to the Detroit Lions back in the 1800s when they won their traditional Thanksgiving football game.  Something with an extraordinary number of legs for a bird minus the large men in pads surrounding it. 

How did I manage to find a picture of victorious Detroit Lions without Barry Sanders?!  Have they won a game since he retired?  He was a huge part of my childhood!  Playing with HB #20 in Madden 1993 was the zenith of my video game skills since I never got to play with this guy.

My lack of gaming skills aside, the Official Mom of PoMiFoS had declared she would make something exciting for Christmas dinner partially due to her lack of cooking at Thanksgiving.  To my dismay her initial choice was a ham....  Fortunately, we spent much of the evening of Black Friday watching the Travel Channel or Food Network (don't they have mostly the same programming?) and saw multiple discussions regarding the greatness of a Turducken.  So Christmas evening after the presents had been unwrapped and the initial excitement of the Wii had faded, we all sat down to enjoy the Turducken!

It was Turd-licious!

On second thought, it was really tasty.  Turd-licious sounds pretty gross.