My Name Is Phyllis

Greek mythology tells of the beautiful princess Phyllis, who was The daughter of a Thracian king. She fell in love with Theseus' son Demophon. The young man had ended up there while sailing home from Troy, and the king gave him part of his kingdom and married him to his daughter.
After some time Demophon missed Athens so much that he asked to go home for a while. Phyllis agreed after he had promised he would be back soon, and off he sailed. Phyllis was left waiting at the altar on her wedding day by her intended, Demophon. Phyllis waited for years for him to return, but finally died of a broken heart. In sympathy, the gods transformed Phyllis into an almond tree, which became a symbol of hope. When the errant, remorseful Demonphon returned to find Phyllis as a leafless, flowerless tree, he embraced the tree. The tree suddenly burst into bloom, a demonstration of love not conquered by death.
 In all mythologies, however, Phyllis always ends up as an almond tree (hence her “foliage” or “leaf”-like etymology). Other historians surmise she was transformed into a hazelnut tree.
Either way, she’s a nutty tree.

I was born on December 27th, which is National Fruitcake Day.

It just so happens that I LIKE FRUITCAKE, especially with lots of NUTS.

That pretty much sums it up.