Answer:
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
This thing runs but cannot walk, sometimes sings but never talks. Lacks arms, has handsอพ lacks a head but has a face.
In the forest, this blends in just right, but every December it is covered with lights. What is it?
Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
A hill full, a hole fullอพ yet you cannot catch a bowl full. What is it?
Brings the sky a lot closer.