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

I gobble, have feathers and often appear at a November feast. 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 am round, sliced and filled with a favorite orange fall flavor. 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 turn red, orange and gold, then let go of my branch without anyone pushing me. What am I?