I don't understand it, not really, but I think it
was about a birthday celebration for my 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 my
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 my 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
my 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!
--Author Unknown
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