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For your reading pleasure, another site linked to the fruitcake page:

Our gift from [your aunt and uncle] is the perennial fruitcake. apparently it was ordered in August and we haven’t seen it. It may be lodged in the Post Office in D.C. with the mail of the millions from the anthrax scare.
[Your aunt and uncle] also ordered a fruit cake and it was delivered to their house while they were away. It was dumped at the top of the stairs and sat. some animal came along and ate part of the box and fruitcake and slobbered over the rest.
[Your cousin] said to [your aunt and uncle] “If the raccoon wouldn’t eat it why would you send it to someone as a gift.?” Well ,we wait for the fruitcake.
I hope to high heaven that this dormant fruitcake gene remains hidden in me for at least a little while longer – each year, my dad lets the fruitcake “marinate” in the pantry, and breaks it out in March. I recommend the perennial chocolates from the other side of the family much more.�