I started reading The Stupidest Angel by Christopher Moore because it looked funny. It promised a "Heartwarming tale of Christmas Terror." I figured it would be different from all those sappy, sincere Christmas stories out there. Don't get me wrong, I'm no Scrooge. I love Christmas, I was just looking for something different this year. I got it!
From page 164
"Fruitcake?" Mavis said, offering a suspicious slice on a dessert plate to Gabe Fenton, who was drunkenly trying to convince Theo Crowe that he had a genetic predisposition toward the blues, using some impressively large words that no one but he understood, and periodically asking if he could get an "amen" and "five high," which, as it turned out, he could not.
What he could get was Fruitcake.
Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah and Happy Holidays to all my fellow Tuesday Teasers!