Eastmas Ham
You serve your family Christmas Ham, they take it home, they freeze it in a bag like it was a curse, then they serve it back to you at Easter like they’re gods and you’re just a mortal who forgot to pay tribute.
My cousin gave me the Ham I gave her at Christmas like I had broken a sacred law.
My dad froze the Ham I gave him at Christmas and served it back like I owed him money.
My sister brought the Ham I gave her at Christmas back to me at Easter like I was a prisoner.