I had a dream, Joseph.
I don’t understand it,
but I think it was about a birthday celebration for our son.
The people in my dream
had been preparing for about six weeks.
They had decorated the
house and bought new clothes.
They’d gone shopping
many times and bought many elaborate gifts.
It was peculiar,
though, because the presents weren’t for our son.
They wrapped them in
beautiful paper and stacked them under a tree.
Yes, a tree, Joseph,
right inside their homes! They’d decorated the tree with sparkling ornaments.
There was a figure like
an angel on the top of the tree.
Everyone was laughing
They gave the gifts to
each other, Joseph, not to our son.
I don’t think they even
They never mentioned
I had the strangest
feeling that, if our Jesus had gone to this celebration he would have been
How sad for someone 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!’