I arrive after bells and vanishing snow, Dressed in greens that the cold won’t know. They toast my coming with lights and cheer, Yet I belong to a quieter year. You’ll seek me in holly, hearth, and ring, But I’m not a holiday

Slayer of regrets, old and new, sought by many, found by few. What am I?

If you have me, I‘m inside your head, If I‘m a bad one, I might cause you to be dead, OP had to have me to be able to post this riddle, I have an even number of letters, so there‘s no single letter in the middle. What am I?

I’m born in the depths where no light ever gleams, Then rise to escape in a sigh or a scream. Some blame me, some claim me, some flee my offence I slip past your guard with a puff of suspense

Old becomes new in a cyclical dance, Transforming waste for a second chance. From bottles of plastic to cans of aluminum, Save resources, help the planet and have some fun.