A friend of mine, a butcher, refuses to have Turkey on Thanksgiving. He burnt on turkey as a young man, doing the Renissance Faires circuit thru several states. He was the guy who cooked the turkey legs. He once estimated he cooked close to half million turkey legs in over a decade. Now he gets sick at the smell (let alone the sight) of turkey.
So he does ham.
Around here, several of our black neighbors are cooking guinea fowl...which I learned lately was considered slave food in the south, or poor white's food. If you try to order that in New York restraunt you better have an American Express Platinum card.
When I was a kid, I remember my uncle bringing in a hump of venision. I hope I get to eat that one more time before I die.
We may have had goat once or twice when I was very little...but the memory is vague...I still remember the taste though. Very tender too after cooking for 24 hours in a pit.
We never had pork because my mother was deathly allergic to it. I think I had my first ham sandwich in college.

My daughter lives in New Zealand, so turkey is a bit hard to get fresh....so she's having goose I think. Either that or a great big duck...I think they call them swans. (Just joking.)