O Fruitcake! How I long to set you free,
And see you where you surely ought to be,
Upon my plate where I may gaze at you,
And share my love for you, Fruitcake, anew.
Constrained within your wrappings, there you lay,
Those bits of red and green… just what are they?
I’m sure you know, but how am I to say
Sweet words of love and taste of you today?
I hear their voices. Hark! They come too soon!
And you, my dear, must sense the piper’s tune.
Alas! My love for you they do not share,
To taste of Christmas fruitcake they won’t dare.
The die is cast; my spirits cannot lift.
Your fate, my darling Fruitcake, is re-gift.
Written for the Advent Calendar of Christmas Memories – Day 14.
Copyright © 2007 by Stephen J. Danko