Your home wears a jacket. It’s called insulation. In winter it keeps the hot air from escaping outside. And in the summer, it keeps the hot air from getting inside.
Your home wears a hat that keeps the rain from falling on your head. It’s called a roof.
Your home has a river flowing through it. Pipes bring the water indoors and carry it back outside where it flows away.
Your home has eyes. They’re called windows. You look through them and see things.
Your home has a garden inside. It’s called “house plants.” And in December, your house can have a forest inside when you put up a holiday tree.
Your home is a treasure chest, where you store that photograph of great-grandmother with her children, your skateboard, the ribbons you were awarded at school, the seashells you found at the beach, and that pretty plate your friend Mara hand-painted for you.
Your home is a restaurant. You store food in it and cook there. Sometimes other people come to your house and eat there. Just like a regular restaurant.
Your home is a hotel. It has beds where people sleep. Sometimes other people come to your house and sleep there. Just like a regular hotel.
Your home is an art gallery. You can display your James Dean movie poster, the Navajo rug you got in Arizona, and, for sure, in pride of place on the refrigerator door, the drawing of a farm scene your first-grader brought home.
Your home is a concert hall, where you can play whatever music you want, or make your own.
Your home is a church, where you can talk to God and give thanks for your blessings.
Your home is a library, filled with treasured books you can read over and over.
Your home is a sports stadium where you can see your teams play. And the beer’s a lot cheaper than at the arena.
Your home is a movie theater. You can sit on the sofa and watch your favorite actors.
Best of all, your home is a Happy Place, where you share the love and companionship of family and friends and pets.
It’s easy to see why people love their homes, including these homes: