As my sister puts it, "Nothing to me says fruitcake like a cowboy with a lasso."

Not exactly sure what The Alamo has to do with a Charles Dickens Christmas on the lid, but I’ll just go with it. This tin has been making the rounds in my family long enough to be recognized by two generations. It has no barcodes anywhere on the tin. The fruitcake is long gone, and probably never got eaten. But these days the tin appears at family functions crammed with cookies.

Yippee Ky-Yay!