Q. You'll know that I am coming from the jingle of my bell. But exactly who I am is not an easy thing to tell. My job may leave me frozen, but I'm a jolly man. I have a vehicle full of treats; can you tell me who I am? A. The Ice-Cream Man. Q. I'm white as a dove, without wings I fly; a weapon in a fight in which no-one will die. What am I? A. Snowball. Q. In cold I come, of clothes I have none, until a stranger lends me their own. On a day that is warm, I take a new form, and slip away to a new home. What am I? A. Snowman. Q. I have been murdered, yet I am alive. There's wealth at my feet, but none of it mine. What am I? A. Christmas Tree.