Answer:
Break it and it is better, immediately set and harder to break again
You get many of me, but never enough. After the last one, your life soon will snuff. You may have one of me but one day a year, When the last one is gone, your life disappears.
Hard to catch, easy to hold. Can't be seen, unless it's cold
The one who makes it, sells it. The one who buys it, never uses it. The one that uses it never knows that heβs using it.
He stands beside the road. In a purple cap at tattered green cloak. Those who touch him, curse him.
No matter how little or how much you use me, you change me every month.