I have a nose, but I do not have a heart. I am often seen in christmas art.

A hidden holiday delight, I can come in brown speckled or white.

I'll drop you from great heights and excite when you're able. But if you're up for quiet drink night, I'll instead protect the table.

I am a throne for the weary, a place of relief, yet never royal nor grand, what am I?

I'll play a tune and step in line, with brass and drums, our rhythm's fine. In fields or streets, we make our stand, together we're the