Christmas with my English in-laws: Dinner = Yum! Dessert = Yuk! All kinds of carefully prepared, homemade, completely inedible desserts. Mince pies, Christmas pudding, Christmas cake. My mother-in-law thinks I'm some kind of health nut because I refuse all their desserts but really it's just because after the first couple of bites I thought "no need to ever try this again".
In fact, moving to England is probably the best thing I've ever done for my arteries, given that I hate almost all English desserts. Wedding cake is bleck. Sponge cake that has been saturated with anything (fruit, liquor, whatever) is bleck. Flan/custard anything is bleck.
I'd never turn down a Hob Nob or an ice cream though.