I used to make a Christmas cake every year. The children, and then the grandchildren, used to stir the mixture and make a wish. They loved the old fashioned decorations. However, nobody was particularly keen on rich fruit cake. At Christmas, the other desserts would be eaten but the cake would linger. It would be eaten eventually.
Then, nearly three years ago, I got extremely ill on Christmas Day. My family was told that I would probably die. No one felt like eating the rest of the Christmas food, so most of it ended up being thrown away (although my SiL worked his way through the baked ham!) The Christmas cake was untouched and my DD told me later that her dad had said that, if I died, he was going to keep it forever in memory of me.
I think that he got this idea from me. When my mum died, she had baked some scones on the previous day and there was one left. I couldn't bear to throw it away, so I just put it in a kitchen cupboard. It's still there, after twenty seven years. It never went mouldy, just turned rock hard.
Well, as you may have guessed, I didn't die and I eventually came home. The Christmas cake was slowly eaten, until there was a chunk left sitting on the dresser, ignored by everyone. I got sick of looking at it and finally chucked it in the bin.
That's the last Christmas cake I am ever going to make. This Christmas, it will just be me and DH and we are going to have Nigella's Nutella cheesecake. Much nicer and much less fuss!
For those who do want to make a Christmas cake, I also recommend Nigella's recipe. I think it is in the Domestic Goddess book. Anything you don't like, such as peel, you can replace with other dried fruit.