The treasured possessions of one generation become the junk of the succeeding generation. In the fullness of time as generation succeeds generation we find that the junk has become a treasure of yet another generation, but not as a personal treasure but as treasure to be bought and sold. A dress of antique nature is not worn but traded and displayed. Weapons which once kept kings safe are mere baubles that fill museums to excite our curiosity as to how men in those times fought.
This time of the year some will be buying gifts which will be treasured, but as the donors and donees turn to lust and ashes, so some of those treasures will remain to excite the curiosity of unknown unborn people from many places who will in turn lavish their love on new possessions that they will treasure.
Whatever we own, we merely own for the moment. Wherever we live, we live in that place for the moment. The things that survive us do so with a different purpose, unless they are things that we have made.