The turkey began to insinuate itself on to the European continent in the 16th century. It started, naturally, with Spain, who were looting the Americas of everything that wasn't nailed down.
In England, the turkey remained the privilage of the upper classes for several hundred years more. This divide was still extant in 1843, the year that Dickens published his A Christmas Carol.
The struggling Cratchits were members of a 'Goose Club', in which they saved all year for their Christmas fowl.
And now two smaller Cratchits, boy and girl, came tearing in, screaming that outside the baker's they had smelt the goose, and known it for their own; and basking in luxurious thoughts of sage and onion...
But when the wealthier Scrooge adopts the Festive Spirit, the goose is off the menu. At the close of A Christmas Carol, Scrooge leans out the window window and calls to a lovable street urchin:
"An intelligent boy!" said Scrooge. "A remarkable boy! Do you know whether they"ve sold the prize Turkey that was hanging up there -- Not the little prize Turkey: the big one?"
Goose Clubs were still going lively a half century later. In 1892, Doyle's Sherlock Holmes encountered one in the 'The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle'. In the course of the investigation, one 'typical working class bloke' informed the detective:
This year our good host, Windigate by name, instituted a goose club, by which, on consideration of some few pence every week, we were each to receive a bird at Christmas. My pence were duly paid, and the rest is familiar to you.
A poultry prophecy: Paltry poultry parity portends posh poultry portions for the populace.