Mary’s Dream

I
had a
dream,
Joseph.
I don’t under-
stand it, not really,
but I think it was
about a birthday
celebration for our son.
The people had been pre-
paring for about six weeks. They
decorated the house. They’d gone
shopping and bought elaborate gifts.
But the presents weren’t for our son.
They wrapped them beautifully with
lovely bows, and put them under a tree.
Yes, a tree, Joseph. The branches were full
of glowing balls and shining ornaments. There
was a figure on the top, something like an angel,
beautiful. Everyone was happy and excited about the
gifts they gave to each other, Joseph, not to our son.
I don’t think they knew him since they never mentioned his
name. It seems odd for people to celebrate someone’s birthday
and not know him. I had the strongest 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 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.