Answer:
What flies without wings? What passes all things? What mends all sorrow? What brings the morrow?
I fly through the air on small feathered wings, seeking out life and destroying all things.
Glittering points that downward thrust. Sparkling spears that never rust.
What can be filled with empty hands?
Who makes it, has no need of it. Who buys it, has no use for it. Who uses it can neither see nor feel it. What is it?
What gift should you give blind people, drunks, and nerds for Christmas?