A Riddle For You...

I wrote a riddle to help Callie discover what her birthday present was before she opened it, and since she now has, I have to share it with everyone. You see, I am very proud of it and I wish to brag and boast of my cleverness. Actually, I just want to see if anyone can guess what it is!

To Callie on her 19th Birthday (or quite a bit later)
The idea for your present,
Fell right into my lap,
Though I’d say it was fate,
And no part of mishap.

My mother was its vessel,
Hither she made her way,
On purpose bent to me,
And this is what she did say:

“Why Jessica, now attend me,
Just look you on that sheet,
And cause your gaze to fall,
On this most noble treat.”

My eyes did sight upon the page,
And such a sigh escaped my lips!
For on the paper, proudly shown,
Stood a figure never once eclipsed.

Now, my mother’s purpose,
As I came to understand,
Was to tease me with the book,
That I held firmly in my hand.

For the thing that thus displayed,
On that shiny, glossy page,
Was a thing that I should want,
Or thus my mother did make wage.

But I in rare noble mind did cry:
“Why that’s the perfect gift!
I’ll send it to my dear good friend,
For her spirits it shall lift.”

And so to you this gift is sent,
I hope it brings you cheer,
And comfort both day and night,
When you can hold it near.

These clues four I leave for you,
To solve before unwrapping.
And if you should succeed,
Consider me happy clapping.

First, while more serious gifts
You may suppose there be,
None will bring such mirth,
As the one you now can see.

Second, whilst away you dream,
This one with pistol cocked shall fight,
To keep you safe and hidden,
From any demons in the night.

Third, if you should wish to cuddle,
Then he shall be your man.
He’ll hold you close in his arms,
And steal as much time as he can.

And fourth, if ever cold you are,
Just find him and be warmed,
For his arms are both wicked hot,
And in your blood, heat shall form.

Have you solved this little puzzle?
Have you solved it, dear friend?
Whether yes or no, open it now,
And thus this poem doth end.