There's a day, that comes around once a year.
To celebrate the man, you hold dear.
He gave you life, love and will pick you up if you fall.
When it comes to guys like him, He's the best of all.
Who is he?

Spelt forwards I’m what you do every day, spelled backwards I’m something you hate. What am I?

It's pretty hard to give up.
If you remove a part of it, you will be left with a bit.
Even if you remove another part, the bit still remains.
Remove one more and it still remains.

What is it?

Your mother’s brother’s only brother-in-law is asleep on your couch. Who is asleep on your couch?

Until it is measured, not known. Yet how you miss it when it has gone. What is it?

You see me once in June, twice in November, and not at all in May. What am I?

I am the largest in my family of fifty.
The youngest of our family lives separately from the rest of the family and so do I.
I am regarded as harsh and tough.
I am so large, you cut me in two equal halves,
each half would still be larger than the second largest member of the family.
Who am I?

Take one out and scratch my head, I am now black but once was red. What am I?

I am a five-letter word and people eat me. If you remove the first letter I become an energy form. If you remove the first two letters, I am needed to live. Scramble the last three letters and I am a drink. What word am I?

I’m tall when I’m young, and I’m short when I’m old. What am I?