Answer:
He is known to commit a friendly home invasion one night a year, never taking but always leaving stuff behind
My body is timber and I am a boy among men. I have a nose without end and an insect for a friend. Who am I?
Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
Don't forget to do this before blowing out the candles.
Material for making balls and men that only shows up at certain times of the year.
Dark, feathery, and popular in Baltimore and fantasy books.