From Christmas: the childhood stockings. The alike ones from a local yarn shop, way before the current knitting craze, and Michael's from a church fair, bought by his step-grandmother, Anna.
From the new year: a slate picture of garlic Margaret gave us a long time ago, and a Pontiac hubcap Tom gave me, also a long time ago, because my father sold Pontiacs. "Dollar for dollar, you can't beat a Pontiac." And then our two cast iron pans.