A favorite material for gear in the cold, wash me once, and I look quite old. Described as comfy, cozy, and relatively cheap, I’m shorn from the backs of fluffy sheep.

Spun by a moths cocoon, found woven on a loom. Fine garments are made with the softest touch.

A body known for being blue It’s shallow and surrounded by beautiful creatures to view. A barrier separates me from the rough sea, so you can enjoy a swim within me.

Born of metal and air, I dance without feet or lungs. I dangle all pretty, and twirl in the breeze. I make music for all to hear, so hang me carefully.

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