Answer:
I describe a toilet cleaner as well as one of Santa's reindeer
I am so delicious that I require a house to contain me.
Sometimes dark and sometimes bright I make my way among twinkling lights. Seas and oceans obey my call yet mountains I cannot move at all. My face is marred and gray But I'm majestic anyway
What gets wetter as it dries?
No matter how much rain gets on me, I won't get any wetter. What am I?
I'm the source of all emotion but I'm caged in a white prison.