A tree once gave me my beginning, but heat changed what I’d be. Now I stretch, I bend, I bounce, and snap right back with ease.

Fed without hunger, I dance through the night, I grow ever stronger when given a bite. Raging or gentle, I warm and inspire, Everything near me may feed my desire.

Gleaming crystal hanging high, above a grand dining hall. I imagine to change a bulb, one would have to be mighty tall!

Red as a ruby, tart as can be, Beside your turkey is where you’ll find me. Sweetened berries in a jiggly disguise, What am I?

With dusty fingers I tell my tales, Of numbers, letters, ships, and whales. I’m full of scribbles, then suddenly bare, A little swipe sends them into the air! What am I?