Answer:
I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep. For mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think and answer the question...
What's black when you get it, red when you use it, and white when you're all through with it?
High born, my touch is gentle. Purest white is my lace. Silence is my kingdom. Green is the color of my death.
I am seen in the water. If seen in the sky, I am in the rainbow, a jay's feather, and lapis lazuli.
I am whole but incomplete. I have no eyes, yet I see. You can see, and see right through me. My largest part is one fourth of what I once was.
What gift should you give blind people, drunks, and nerds for Christmas?