Many years ago, an aunt decided it would be a good idea to send us a Fruit Cake for Christmas. This wasn't a cake with just enough fruit in it to make it tasty, it was one of those multi-colored bricks, that is almost all fruit.

This thing not only looked disgusting, it smelled disgusting. I won't describe the smell but imagine your worst smell and add a dead animal smell to it.

Being a bit of a non-traditional family, we sat there pondering what to do with this Fruit Cake. Should we call the Hazardous Materials people, should we just throw it away and add yet another toxin to the dump, or should we throw it out side to the birds and hope they won't try to get even all at once.

We sat around the table in family conference and decided.....

We'd mail the Fruit Cake to another relative!

Back into the postal service the rancid baked goo flew, over the rivers and hills it's putrid substance multiplying by the minute. Days went by before the phone finally rang.....it was the relatives,confused and irrational, wondering what they should do.....

Do what we did, mail it to someone else, just don't mail it to the aunt who made it!

The last we heard the Fruit Cake had been to seven states and two countries before someone had the guts to break the Fruit Cake Chain Package. They mailed it back to the aunt. She fed it to her dog and he buried it.

Alas, O' poor Fruit Cake, you lived such a short life.

Thanks to a dog, that tradition is buried.