Friday trifle: Candied fruit version

It's the curse of every illustrator, at some point in life, I believe, to echo the bad joke (Johnny Carson's original bad joke, I'm told) that only one fruitcake exists in the world, and it is passed from family to family, never eaten because no one would or could.

Here's the plunder of my wasted labor, in which I gurgled up something that Norman Rockwell had jammed into my subconscious, to illustrate someone's snarky holiday story.

Enjoy, if you possibly can.