People make jokes about me running. I store items for you so they don’t go bad. I light up when you open the door. What am I?
People walk in and out of me. They push and I follow. When they walk out on me, I close up and I stay waiting for the next person to walk into my life when I have a more open mind. What am I ??
I come once a year, a day of cheer, A time to laugh and not to fear.
My jokes are many, and some are bad, But they're all in fun, so don't be sad.
I'm not a holiday, nor a festivity, Yet I'm celebrated with much levity.
What am I?
