The people had been preparing for it for about six weeks. They decorated the house and bought new clothes. They went shopping and bought expensive 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 decorated the tree also, the branches were full of glowing lights and sparkling ornaments.
There was a figure on the top of the tree. It looked like an angel. Oh, it was beautiful! Everyone was happy and laughing. They were all excited about the gifts they gave each other, Joseph, but there was none for our Son.
I do not think they even knew him. They never mentioned his name.
It seems so odd for people to go through all of that trouble to celebrate the birthday of someone they do not even know. 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 of Jesus not to be invited or wanted at his own birthday celebration. I’m glad it was only a dream.
How terrible it would have been, Joseph, if that were for real.