It’s blue by night, By day it’s white.
It is cold and not dry,
It falls from the sky.

As beautiful as the setting sun,
As delicate as the morning dew;
An angel’s dusting from the stars
that can turn the Earth into
A frosted moon. What am I?

What man cannot live inside the house?

Higher than a house, higher than a tree — Oh, what can that be?

My life can be measured in hours,
I live by being devoured.
Thin I am fast, Fat I am slow
The wind is always my foe.

Neither on fire doesn’t burn, nor in water doesn’t sink.

Without hands, without feet, and is able to draw.

Santa’s seven sleighs slid sideways.

Snow slows Santa’s sleigh.

Seven snowmen sang silly songs.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!  Thank you. Goodbye.