Answer:
My children are near and far. No matter that I know where they are. The gift I give them make their day. But if I were gone they would wander away.
When the horse strokes the cat, the wood begins to sing.
It is the electronic version of junk mail or a salty meat in a can.
I am a span of time you can always see through I am also the timepiece with the most pieces. What am I?
All about the house, with his lady he dances, yet he always works, and never romances.
What is always coming but never arrives?