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I am lighter than air but a hundred people cannot lift me. Careful! I am fragile!
I cannot be other than what I am, until the man who made me dies. Power and glory will fall to me, only when he last closes his eyes.
I am in truth a yellow fork from tables in the sky by inadvertent fingers dropped the awful cutlery. Of mansions never quite disclosed and never quite concealed the apparatus of the dark to ignorance revealed.
Take off my skin I won't cry but you will. What am I?
I invade your home once a yearโฆbut only if youโve been good.
I am your mother's brother's only brother in law. Who am I?