I keep you standing but I’m not your legs.

Has a twisted, spiral body, And a sharp and pointed toe. It's a helpful little helper, When the drinks begin to flow.

I am carved or cast to scoop and pour, A deep-bowled keeper of liquid lore. I dive into oceans of broth and stew, To serve a full portion directly to you.

Anyone can be king or queen for the day... Till the time comes and takes me away....

I am winters little tooth Hanging from the roof with nothing to do I grow when the weather gets cold But the sun makes me lose my hold I sparkle in the light and look so cool But touch me once and you will know the rule I am tall and pointy but cannot fight And I disappear when the day gets bright What am I