This time of year I jingle With jolly old Kris Kringle And if you hear me sound An angel’s new wings are found

I clack when you laugh, I creak when you groan, I build up your castle from marrow and stone. Dogs beg for my cousins, x-rays make me known.

I’m an outfit staple for Dads and nerds alike, if I’m of the knit or argyle variety. If I’m puffy, I’m a popular choice for winter gear, especially for those in between days. Add two letters to me, and I’m what smart people do with money for retirement.

I tell stories, yet I do not speak. I bleed, yet I do not have blood. And in light, my shadows remain. What am i?

We laugh, we argue, we play in the sun, From zigzag shirts to blankets we run. One loves music, one loves to preach, One has a kite that the tree will reach. A beagle dreams big while perched on his doghouse, Together we wander, quiet or raucous.