Not maple or oak But of the same kind When you think of me Keep Christmas in mind My wood is real soft My needles are fine Don’t call me a spruce Cuz my name is

Great on the skin, just wash me warm. I'm terrible in the mouth, go take a sip. Manmade gin, made it easy pickin'.

I got a hole that hungers to be filled And once i'm satisfied, a path will be revealed

I wear a tuxedo, but attend no ball. I fly underwater, defying gravity's call. On icy stages, I waddle and stand tall. What am I?

As a verb, you do this with a bad habit that you want to stop doing. As a noun, you can find me in raised sidewalks.