Frosty Bus Stop Riddles for Winter Mornings

I puff out like a tiny cloud whenever you laugh in the cold. What am I?

I keep homework dry even when mittens fumble. What am I?

I squeak when boots shuffle salt on the curb. What am I?

I flash yellow to warn drivers that kids are waiting. What am I?

I wrap around noses before the first headlights appear. What am I?

I sip cocoa slowly while you wait. What am I?

I count bus numbers through foggy glasses. Who am I?

I collect tiny snowballs made out of boredom. What am I?

I blink from backpacks so cars see us in the dark. What am I?

I turn benches into glitter when frost arrives early. What am I?

I buzz from phones with weather alerts. What am I?

I hold library books on my lap until door five opens. What am I?

I wave frantically even though I am only paper. What am I?

I creak open just enough to block the wind. What am I?

I roar up with warm air and a folding stop sign. What am I?

I am the knit hat pulled down over your ears. What am I?

We crunch through fresh snow, with thick tread and warm lining. What are we?

I am the mom waving from the porch as you leave. Who am I?

I am the friend sharing a riddle while you wait. Who am I?

I am the stampede of kids climbing aboard at last. What am I?

What gets wetter the more it dries?

What belongs to you but others use more than you do?

What falls in winter but doesn't hurt when it lands?

What has hands but cannot clap?

What is always coming but never arrives?

I am the safety talk about standing back from the curb. What am I?

I'm a metal loop clipped to a backpack, holding a stack of laminated cards to read in line. What am I?

I am the warm bus seat after a cold wait. What am I?

I'm held high at the corner by a crossing guard, red and eight-sided. What am I?

I am the smile when the bus arrives on time. What am I?