Answer:
Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
If you happen to wear one of these warm garments around, you might get doused in red paint.
In the forest, this blends in just right, but every December it is covered with lights. What is it?
Metal or bone I may be, many teeth I have and always bared. Yet my bite harms no one. And ladies delight in my touch.
What grows in winter, dies in summer, and grows roots upward?
you hold my tail while I fish for you
Difficult
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?