I’m baked until golden, then dressed to impress, with frosting and sprinkles in sugary excess.

Wooden heart, iron face, I guard your favorite place. Push me in, pull me out, I know what home's about. What am I?

This stands so tall, guiding letters, one and all! Like a soldier, it holds its ground, in every village, city, and town.

The more of me you take, the more you leave behind. You can walk in me to follow a ghost, yet I never move an inch. I am a silent guide to where you are going, born only when your sole is pressed. What am I?

If you find yourself in trouble, send this out to guide help, on the double! It can also serve as a less tangible thing, known for the feelings of joy it can bring.