image provided The provided background reminded me of tree bark. I had this free image from(?, I'll try to find her and post link) . For some reason, I thought of Father Christmas hiding in the forest . Kind of like Charles Dicken's ghosts of christmas past.
In 1943, Virginia Lee Burton's The Little House won the Caldecott Award for the most distinguished picture book published in 1942. It is the story of a little house in the country surrounded by trees, birds, and fields of flowers. As the years pass, the big city, originally set miles away over the hills, expands and engulfs the little house, which bye and bye sits abandoned, surrounded by skyscrapers, with subways rumbling beneath it and elevated trains clickity-clacking past its front door. Finally, a descendent of the original builder discovers that the little house belonged to her family, and she has it moved back into the country where once again it enjoys the trees, birds, and fields of flowers. http://takeaword.blogspot.com/2010/11/take-word-5-home.html