I have faces but no eyes, I have teeth but cannot bite. Roll me right, and your fortunes will rise; Pair me with a lady, and success is in sight.

Santa Claus wouldn’t want this to be on when he visits

Pressure applied, I puncture my target twice to start. Just before I release, I may curl back and stab twice more.

I have a handle but no hands, and a belly full of other lands. Though I travel far and wide, I always stay by your side. What am I?

I can make hair rise without touching a comb, or send soldiers forward without naming a war. I may live on a card, hang over a courtroom, or be placed in someone’s care. I can fill what is empty, cost what is owed, or accuse without proving. Too much of me sparks danger, too little of me leaves you powerless. What am I?