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?

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

You measure my life in hours
I serve you by expiring
I vanish faster when I am thin
and slower when I am thick
The wind is my energy
What am I?

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

I am 5 letters long.
My first two tell you who I am
My first 3 could be a medicine
My last three reversed could be a young boy.
My 4th, 3rd and 2nd in that order could be a fruit drink.
If you have me you may hang me round your neck
WHAT AM I ?

I have cities, but no houses. I have mountains, but no trees. I have water, but no fish. What am I?

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

I shave every day, but my beard stays the same. What am I?

I welcome the day with a show of light, I stealthily came here in the night. I bathe the earthy stuff at dawn, But by noon, alas! I'm gone.