Mom had quite a collection of tins. Some old, some new. Someone cut a slit in this lid for money collection.
I love the old fashioned winter scene depicted on the tin. So 50's somehow.
Note the man maple sugaring in upper left.
This wooden Santa was a gift from my poet friend Mort. Mort was extremely poor so the very fact that he would buy small gifts for me touched me deeply. I am reminded of him every year when I hang this Santa. He had a beard and mustache something like this one!