Answer:
Put into a pit, locked beneath a grate, guarded through the night, yet it still goes out.
Who makes it, has no need of it. Who buys it, has no use for it. Who uses it can neither see nor feel it. What is it?
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams, my merest touch brings laughter
When does Christmas come before Thanksgiving?
The more of them you take, the more you leave behind. What are they?
As round as an apple. As deep as a cup. All the king's horses can't pull it up.