i got this gift last christmas
just shy of half a foot;
i keep him really close.

i hold him late at night
when i don't know what to do
but i know i'm not feeling right.

i feel tranquility as i breathe
in his subtle scent
that i can't quite place my finger on.

i stare into his golden eyes
torn by memories about
how i got him and why he's mine.

i am mocked by his blank expression
as i ask him questions
neither of us have answers to.

i got a christmas gift
just shy of half a foot
and i still don't know why.