Mary's Dream

I had a dream, Joseph.
I don't understand it, not 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 had decorated the house 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 with lovely bows and stacked them under a tree.
Yes, a tree Joseph, right in their house.
They had 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.
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 go to all that trouble
to celebrate someone's birthday
if they don't know Him?
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 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!

I got this from my grandma. Ouch. Seriously, how many of us are guilty of doing this? Is Christmas merely another holiday when we add to our already large collection of gifts (half of which some of us don't use)? Or do we really comprehend and take to heart its meaning? Time to think about that.