12/11/2025
"I had a dream, Joseph. I don't understand it, not really, but I think it was 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 in 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 celebrate someone else's birthday if they don't know Him? I had the strangest feeling that if our Son had gone to his celebration He would have been intruding.
Everything was so beautiful, Joseph, and everyone so gay, but 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."
(Author unknown)
