I occur in December, but not in any other month. What am I?

A stitch, a cone, or indecision You might find me in your kitchen

Invisible dance on shelves so high, a whisper of time, in the blink of an eye.

At most stores, I am bought within. Swap first for ‘v’, buy me after a spin. On use I dampen, due to swiping your skin. A bounty of paper. Whipper snapper. Rag’s kin.

I connect a chain without any strain, I send you to places across the domain. Yet hand me a sword and a quest to pursue, I’m Hyrule’s hero, brave and true.