We had to eat a piece of Lutefish every Christmas Eve smorgasbord before we could leave the table. Massive amounts of mashed potatoes and butter to gag it down! Oh the memories!
I worked in a small office and one of the managers was Norwegian. After a couple years the director told the guy that he either had to stay home the day after Christmas or, if he came to work, if he needed to do his “business”, he needed to use a restroom in another office.