I can be dark, white, or milky, wrapped in shiny foil for a lover. Although I am full of chips, I can never be used inside a computer. What am I?

I am a silent witness that loves to mirror your every move, yet if you shatter me, you might find yourself wishing for seven years of luck instead. What am I?

I am five-pointed and non-celestial when printed on a July banner, yet celestial when shining over a midnight campfire. What am I?

What gets sharper the more you use it, but loses its value if it stays dull?

Which calendar month has the best sense of humor because it always starts with a celebration?

Grueling tasks are proverbially said to be 'no' version of me. Yet unroll a checkered blanket and serve cold drinks on a sunny July afternoon, and I am complete. What am I?

I stand in the town square, my hands move in circles, and everyone looks at me when they want to scream out loud. What am I?