Upon the yule log in smiling bonny form, stretched there as if upon some sunny beach, lay the most perfect of gingerbread men. It was the cutest of Christmas cakes, the kind that brought a smile to the face and soul all at once.
Our Christmas cake was solid fruit cake, the kind that you could eat as real food if you needed to. It was all fruit and nuts, all drenched in brandy and rum. I guess it was also the kind you could eat instead of taking a shot of something strong. It was our thing though, the alco-cake with no frosting, glazed with a Happy Christmas sign well anchored in the sweet and welded crumb.
The Christmas cake was a snowman with shredded coconut on the outside. She was all dressed up in baby pink scarf and matching bobble hat. Auntie had really done herself proud this year.
Under the spiky frosting was the most indulgent of rich chocolate cakes with peanut frosting between three layers. It was a Seraphim special, she always knew how to make 'em perfect. Next to it were the s'mores kits and gingerbread men awaiting our decorating prowess. It was all good fun, the food and adding the finishing touches together.
Any cake on Christmas day is our Christmas cake, make whatever you want. If that's a rich fruit cake with homemade marzipan and royal icing, go fill your boots. But if all you want is a Victoria sponge and a cup of tea, well, then do that. If we can't be happy and do what we want, make our own unique traditions to enjoy and savour together, then what's it all for?
That year our Christmas cake was born of a Betty Crocker box mix and icing, and we couldn't be happier if we'd made it ourselves. In a way we did, the baking, the decorating... and it tasted good, very good. It's all we wanted, a take-away meal and a slice of chocolate fudge cake.
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