I'm kinda with you there in the fruitcake department. My mom had an English boyfriend when I was growing up, and geez... not only did we get stuck with Fruitcake, we got this crazy english thing... Christmas cake. Its like a fruitcake soaked in rum and then LEFT FOR AN ENTIRE YEAR, and the family is then supposed to devour it on xmas morn. Oh ug. That was something I tried to get out of every single year. NOT good, not at all.
Turned me off fruitcakes for the rest of my life, I think. Then after eating the repulsive thing, we had to gather round as a family and bake the horrible fruitcake that we'd eat the following xmas. eesh. Cycle of horrific fruitcake extravagana that I couldn't escape! lol