I had a dream, Joseph. I don't understand it, 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 decorated the house and bought new clothes. They'd all 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 lovely bows and stacked them under a tree.
Yes, a tree, Joseph, right in their house. They decorated the tree also. The branches were full of glowing balls and sparkling ornaments. There was a figure on 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 gifts to each other, Joseph, not to our Son.
I don't thing 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 even know Him.
I had the strangest feeling that if our Son had gone to this celebration He would have been intruding. It was so beautiful, Joseph, and everyone was so happy, it made me want to cry. How sad for Jesus - not to be wanted at His own birthday party.
I'm glad it was only a dream. How terrible, Joseph, if it had been real.
what would Mary, or Jesus, think of your Christmas celebration?
remember...Jesus is the reason for the season!
-enna
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