Along the stairs I creep, a secret path I keep. You grip me tight at night, I while I guide you on your way, up and down everyday and night.

I jingle and slide through the snow bringing joy to the night, but misstep my homophone, and it’s quite a fright. One lets you ride with Santa, all cozy and bright, The other- well, you definitely don’t want to do that alright?

My first four letters end in five, My last three a friend always by your side. With a pretty strap or handle to hold, It carries stories and secrets yet untold.

Here, have a seat, but don't lean back, or else you'll have a bad fall. If you ever see a bloody one of me, don't hesitate, give the doctor a call.

More letters than the alphabet and I can travel door to door.