It never fails to amuse me. I am currently being herded around by our patriarchal drake. I came home late the other day (my husband let them out before I got home -- it typically works the other way around) and I heard thundering feet running to "greet" me. Head drake apparently wanted to have a word with me, as he was flapping his mouth at me for quite a while.
We did that with the Turkeys... we had one that was a few weeks younger than the rest... they were named Thanksgiving Dinner, Christmas Dinner, and Snack (cuz he was smaller). I got really attached to Snack, so it was really hard when the time came to harvest them. But we did, and they were good.
I sold around 20 Christmas Geese last year. Demand outstripped supply, that was for sure. Many people are trying their hand at old traditions and relearning what their grandparents already knew. A nice, juicy Christmas goose is something very special.
I have spent 4 years up here looking for a Christmas goose with no luck. This year I intend to have one I hope. We had wild goose this past fall. My husband went hunting with some fellas from church and brought one home. That is as close to Christmas as goose has gotten up here on my table. I am looking forward to it.