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In the forest, this blends in just right, but every December it is covered with lights. What is it?
The man who made it didn't need it. The man who bought it didn't use it. The man who used it didn't want it.
In your fire you hear me scream, creaking and whining, yet I am dead before you lay me in your hearth.
I am never quite what I appear to be. Straight-forward I seem, but it's only skin deep. For mystery most often lies beneath my simple speech. Sharpen your wits, open your eyes, look beyond my exteriors, read me backwards, forwards, upside down. Think and answer the question...
Grows from the ground, bushes and grass, leaves of yellow, red and brow, unruly plants, get the axe, trim the hedge back down.
This food is a tortilla filled with cheese and sometimes chicken before being heated or cooked.