Imagine this: A little man, very little, little tiny like a thumbtackBuilding a home.Very difficult to imagine I suppose, because what man is that small? Regardless, there was this little man. He traveled through the woods, through the treacherous world to reach this place. This little, tiny clearing, very large for a thumbtack man.And this little man worked day and night, dragging the wood, the frame, the base of his home. Then he made it his own. The decorated door, the tree, the wreath. The new family home. So he finished his home and returned to his house. Yet again, traveling through the treacherous world and the woods to return. And found his family. Now his family was very little, little tiny, all small like thumbtacks.And while his newly built home was his, it was perfect for him, they did not agree. The house where he did not feel at home was indeed the home of his family. And where his joy was far away their joy was there. So he never returned.He never saw his home during the day, only during the night in his dreams. And while its memory faded away, a new resident approached his home. A little dog found his place, a little tiny dog, smaller than a thumbtack. And the house was happy to be a home once more.