My parents-in-law gave me a pile of small knitting needles, a really interesting and diverse pile of yarn, and a package of pipe cleaners. My "open last" present was obviously a book. I said that it obviously should be a book on "Tours of Bed-and-Breakfasts in France" and then opened it up to find Knit Your Own Cat.
*But, as
gsh mentioned, I still have birthday presents coming...