I often hang from a vine of man's creation. I am an obstacle to man's destination. The roars I hear and the curses and sneers, affect me none: You're going nowhere, my dears!

I make homes, but I am not made of wood. You might see me in fireplaces.

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.