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Old as stories, old as light,
I move in day and stop at night.
In stars and fairies I am strewn.
In part the same as whole platoon.
In warmth, play with the cubs of bruin.
In cold, with laughter, fall to ruin.
'I love this season. Are you this season?'
'Don't just guess random things without reading what I say I am.'
'Do you have identity issues being a different thing every week?'
'...I am related to this season.'
Riddle Answer A Christmas Tree