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 a little house that nobody lives in. My walls are cookies and my roof is held on with icing. 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 a sweet treat shaped like a hook and wearing red and white stripes. What am I?

I am round, sliced and filled with a favorite orange fall flavor. What am I?

I disappear from the table fastest, even though nobody chases me. What am I?

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

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