Somehow I had not paid attention until now to the fact that any animal that is slaughtered to be eaten on certain holidays is actually a sacrificial animal. Perhaps because in Christianity this thing does not exist, but is actually practiced. And when, after the pandemic, I learned that a Christian priest in my grandparent's village performed a sacrifice ritual to stop the high mortality of the residents, I realized that nowadays the lines between different religions continue to blur, as well as between religions and paganism.
I'm definitely not into that part, I don't understand things that way - that something has to die for something else. But what you are talking about, your traditions, they are something much deeper than that, they even bring some comfort in their traditionality and it is something that I have never experienced myself. Perhaps this is the power of religion, which I have always perceived as cohesion, connection and cooperation with yourself, with others and with God. And this happens and takes place most vividly and especially on such holidays.