Comfort Giver

You were a gift from Santa at the age of two.
You have been loved and worn just like you were intended to.

You are as soft as the clouds.
And have given me comfort when I’m lost in the crowds.

You sit on a stool at the end of my bed.
And sometimes I lay you under my head.

You’re the colour of autumn leaves, I guess you could say hazel.
You are my closest companion and I’m not telling a fable.

You have been mine for a very long time and I hope that continues.
But if it doesn’t just know that I’ll miss you.