I begin as sap within a tree, then stretch beneath your hand. Heat gives me a stronger form, and makes me what I am.

Up and down, round and round. Flights to make you weep or if numb take a great leap from my grand casing. Zigzag and quite solid, unless dilapidated and rickety. I’m on escape routes in case of a fire. Day to day, do tell, is it me that inspires?

Two long arms but cannot hug, one small wheel that feels each tug. Fill my belly, make me heavy, push me when you're ready. Now tell me what's my name?

Chucky's and Michael's favorite Christmas movie. It's a Wonderful...

I hold creatures both big and small, With bars on my sides, I can trap them all. In my space, they chirp, growl, or play.