I am a long string of tiny stars that someone hung up without ever climbing into the sky. What am I?

I am a little house that nobody lives in. My walls are cookies and my roof is held on with icing. What am I?

I have no beginning and no end, and I hang on the front door at Christmas. What am I?

I start out as lumpy spuds, but after a good mashing I am smooth and fluffy, and I wear a waterfall of gravy. What am I?

I wear a green coat and silky hair, and my golden teeth are good to eat. What am I?

I am bright red and tart, and when I come out of the can I still wobble in the shape of it. What am I?

I am wrapped in paper and tied with a bow, and you shake me to guess what is inside. What am I?

I am a sweet treat shaped like a hook and wearing red and white stripes. What am I?

I sit at the top but I do not climb. I shine without being the sun. What am I?