90 Christmas Riddles With Answers (What Am I?)

I wear a red suit and a wide black belt, I laugh ho ho ho and I never melt. Who am I? Santa Claus.

I live far up north where the winters are long, I run a toy workshop and hum a merry song. Who am I? Santa Claus.

I come but once a year while the children are asleep, I fill the socks and tiptoe out without a peep. Who am I? Santa.

I check a long list and I read it through twice, I bring gifts to the children who have been nice. Who am I? Santa.

I squeeze down the chimney with a sack on my back, then I climb back up without leaving a track. Who am I? Santa.

What gets harder for Santa to catch the faster he runs? His breath.

Which direction does Santa travel the moment he steps away from the North Pole? South, because every way from the North Pole is south.

Santa's mother had three children. The first was named Kris and the second was named Annette. What was the third one named? Santa.

Santa is walking the wrong way down a one way street and a police officer watches him pass without a word. How is that allowed? He is walking, not driving.

I am round and jolly with a snowy white beard, I say ho ho ho and I am always cheered. Who am I? Santa Claus.

I ride through the night sky behind a flying team, I land on your roof like a wintry dream. Who am I? Santa Claus.

How many gifts can Santa fit into a sack that is empty? Only one, because after that the sack is no longer empty.

I wear black boots and a soft red cap, I visit each house right after the children nap. Who am I? Santa Claus.

What is red and white and seen on just one night out of the whole year? Santa Claus.

I have four quick hooves and a bright glowing nose, I lead the whole sleigh team wherever it goes. Who am I? Rudolph.

I fly through the cold sky and I pull a loaded sleigh, antlers on my head for one very big day. What am I? A reindeer.

How far can a reindeer run into the woods? Only halfway, because after that it is running back out.

This follows the glowing nosed reindeer everywhere he flies, yet he can never once touch it no matter how he tries. What is it? His shadow.

Reindeer is spelled R, E, I, N, D, E, E, R. Can you spell that with no letter R at all? Yes, the word that has no letter R in it.

I am the fastest of the flying team and the first to leave the ground, when the sleigh lifts into the night I am always out in front. Who am I? Dasher.

I share my name with a streak of light that races across the sky, I am a reindeer you might also spot way up high. Who am I? Comet.

I wear antlers like a crown and a warm brown winter coat, I munch on hay in a cozy barn before the big night's float. What am I? A reindeer.

Two reindeer play five games of checkers and each one wins the same number of games, with no game tied. How is that possible? They were not playing against each other.

I was the odd one out of the flying team until one foggy night, then my nose became the reason the whole sleigh found its light. Who am I? Rudolph.

My name sounds like a graceful move, I leap through the frosty air and I love to groove. Who am I? Dancer.

My name sounds like a playful prance, I kick up my hooves at the very first chance. Who am I? Prancer.

I stand in the living room, green and tall, with lights and bright baubles I am the star of it all. What am I? A Christmas tree.

I have branches but no bark that peels, no fruit and no leaves that turn in the fall. What am I? A Christmas tree.

I am covered in needles but I cannot sew, I stay green and bright while the cold winds blow. What am I? A Christmas tree.

I sit at the very top and I point to the sky, I twinkle above the branches way up high. What am I? The star.

I am round and shiny and I hang from a bough, drop me and I shatter, so hold me careful now. What am I? An ornament.

I twist around the branches in long colored rows, I blink on and off wherever the party goes. What am I? Christmas lights.

I am a green ring with a bow and some berries, I hang on your door to say the season is merry. What am I? A wreath.

I am long and silver and I shimmer and sway, I was once made from thin metal strands and now I drape the tree each day. What am I? Tinsel.

I come in many colors so lovely and bright, I turn a plain house into a glowing sight. What am I? Christmas lights.

I get chopped and carried in, then decorated with care, by January you sweep up the needles I leave everywhere. What am I? A Christmas tree.

I am a plant you hang up high in a doorway or a hall, stand beneath me with someone and a little kiss may fall. What am I? Mistletoe.

I am a small striped treat, red and white and sweet, shaped like a shepherd's crook, a classic holiday treat. What am I? A candy cane.

I am a tiny flame in a window on a dark winter street, I glow and I flicker and I smell faintly sweet. What am I? A candle.

I am a round glass world you can shake in your hand, I send a tiny blizzard swirling over a tiny land. What am I? A snow globe.

I am a smell of pine and a glow of soft light, I fill the whole room on a cold winter night. What am I? A Christmas tree.

I am a long green rope of leaves that winds along the stair, I carry the scent of the forest into the holiday air. What am I? A garland.

I fall from the sky in soft white flakes, I pile on the ground and the whole town wakes. What am I? Snow.

I am white and cold and no two of us are alike, I drift from the clouds on a still winter night. What am I? A snowflake.

I have a carrot nose and two coal black eyes, I stand in the yard under cold gray skies. Who am I? A snowman.

I hang from the roof in a long clear spear, made of frozen water when winter is here. What am I? An icicle.

What runs all around a frozen yard but never takes a single step? A fence.

What falls down at the North Pole all winter long but is never once hurt? Snow.

I am a soft white blanket that covers the hill, the sleds all glide on me while the air is still. What am I? Snow.

I nip at your nose and I bite at your toes, yet I have no teeth at all. What am I? Frost.

The more you take away from me, the bigger I get. What am I? A hole in the snow.

I am built by hand from three round balls of white, I wear a scarf and hat and I melt in sunlight. Who am I? A snowman.

What kind of ball will never ever bounce, no matter how hard you throw it to the ground? A snowball.

I sparkle on the grass in the early morning light, I vanish when the sun climbs up to its full height. What am I? Frost.

I am a cold white cap on the top of a mountain peak, I stay up high and quiet week after week. What am I? Snow.

I swirl and I drift and I pile into a bank, I close all the schools, for which the children give thanks. What am I? Snow.

I am clear and I am hard and I grip the quiet pond, I let you glide across the top where the ducks once swam beyond. What am I? Ice.

I hang by the fireplace with a name up top, I fill with little treats right up to the top. What am I? A stocking.

I am wrapped in bright paper with a bow on my head, you shake me and guess before you go to bed. What am I? A present.

I am a round sweet surprise that sits down in the toe, a classic stocking treat with a bright orange glow. What am I? An orange.

I cover your gifts so the surprise stays tight, then you tear me away on Christmas morning light. What am I? Wrapping paper.

I have a loop and two long ends, I sit on a gift and hide its bends. What am I? A bow.

I am a red felt sock far too small to wear, I hang above the fire with goodies to share. What am I? A stocking.

I come in a box with a ribbon and a tag, big as a bike or small as a bag. What am I? A gift.

I am the one gift that costs nothing at all, yet I am the warmest thing under the tree, big or small. What am I? A hug.

I am a small folded card you sign and you send, with a snowy scene and a note to a friend. What am I? A Christmas card.

I am filled up on Christmas Eve and emptied Christmas Day, I hang in a tidy row with my name on display. What am I? A stocking.

I travel all around the world the way Santa does, yet I never once leave my little paper corner. What am I? A stamp.

I wait under the tree all wrapped and unknown, until a small hand tears me open and my secret is shown. What am I? A present.

I am a lump of coal, the gift nobody hopes to see, if your name was on the naughty list then I belong to thee. What am I? Coal.

Santa and Mrs. Claus live in a one story house at the North Pole where the walls are red and the roof is green. What color are the stairs? There are no stairs, it is a one story house.

There are five candy canes in a jar and you take away two. How many candy canes do you have now? Two, the ones you took.

December and January each have 31 days. How many months of the year have 28 days? All twelve of them.

A rooster sits on the very peak of Santa's workshop and lays an egg. Which side of the roof does the egg roll down? Neither side, because roosters do not lay eggs.

Which is heavier, a pound of candy canes or a pound of coal? Neither, a pound is a pound either way.

What is so delicate that it breaks the moment you say its name out loud? Silence.

An elf walks three miles south, then three miles east, then three miles north and ends up right back where he started. How? He started at the North Pole.

The more of these an elf takes through the fresh snow, the more he leaves behind him. What are they? Footsteps.

I have a face and two hands and I run all through the holidays, yet I never once leave the wall. What am I? A clock.

What can you catch at a cold Christmas dinner but never ever throw? A cold.

What goes up a snowy chimney down, but cannot come down a snowy chimney up? An umbrella.

You see a bright light leading a sleigh across the sky on a clear winter night, but it is not the moon or a star. What is it? Rudolph's nose.

I am covered with eyes and I often turn up at Christmas dinner, yet I cannot see a single thing. What am I? A potato.

Two elves played several games of checkers and each one won the same number, with no ties at all. How? They were not playing each other.

What begins with the letter E, ends with the letter E, and holds just one letter inside? An envelope.

How do Santa's reindeer cross a wide river without a boat, a bridge, or getting wet? The river is frozen solid.

The longer I burn beside the tree, the shorter I grow through the night. I give you my warm and flickering light. What am I? A candle.

What has a bed but never sleeps and runs past the village all winter with no feet? A river.

I am always put on wet and only ever by a brush, I dry on the front door bright red for the holiday rush. What am I? A coat of paint.

What holiday gift can you give again and again and still keep for yourself? A smile.