I’m hung on a cross and stretched paper thin. But I'm played with by children and have committed no sin. String me along, I’ll always be your friend. But don’t let me go, you may not see me again.

My first is a sibling, one of four. If you’re allergic, I may make your nose sore. My second is a tool that can be condensed, But I can pop if you make me too tense. My third provides what all need to live. Find me in nature; I have plenty to give.

Something you put in your mouth, and a type of tree. Add a word to the end, you get footwear. Add a letter instead, it's part of your mouth. Reversed, it can contain a liquid.

A versatile utensil; unique by my stencil When food makes you frustrated, I make it less complicated I reduce your cutlery by half; I’m useful inspite of those who laugh

I get baked, but I don’t get high. I wear a jacket, but I’m not a guy. I get smashed, but I do not drink. I am white or orange, but never pink. What am I?