You put a skirt around my bottom, Once I have been chopped, The other end a star or an angel, Is how I get topped. What am I?
A Christmas tree
A Christmas tree is the answer
I have an end but no beginning, A Star but no Moon, A Home but no Family, and a Space without Room. I never speak but there is no word I cannot make.
What am I ?
I sit between you and a star, but far below me is an empty space. I can be infinite or finite depending on how you look at me. What am I?
If seven people meet each other and each shakes hands only once with each of the others, how many handshakes will there have been?
I was once an old massive star and soon I will be a brightly colored gas cloud, but for now I am a massive explosion. What am I called?
