Mary's Dream

I had a dream, Joseph, I don't understand it, not really,
but I think it was about a birthday celebration for our Son.
I think that was what it was all about. The people had
been preparing for it for about six weeks. They had
decorated the house and bought new clothes. They'd
gone shopping many times and bought elaborate gifts. It
was peculiar, though, because the presents weren't for
our Son.
They wrapped them in beautiful paper and tied them with
lovely bows and stacked them under a tree. Yes, a tree,
Joseph, right in their house. They'd decorated the tree
also. The branches were full of glowing balls and
sparkling ornaments. There was a figure on the top of the
tree. It looked like an angel might look. Oh, it was
beautiful.
Everyone was laughing and happy. They were all excited
about the gifts. They gave the gifts to each other,
Joseph, not to our Son. I don't think they even knew Him.
They never mentioned His name. Doesn't it seem odd for
people to go to all that trouble to celebrate someone's
birthday if they don't know Him?
I had the strangest feeling that if our Son had gone to this
celebration He would have been intruding. Everything
was so beautiful, Joseph, and everyone so full of cheer,
but it made me want to cry. How sad for Jesus -not to be
wanted at His own birthday celebration.
I'm glad it was only a dream. How terrible, Joseph, if it
had been real.