Merry Christmas! Let's not forget the reason for the season.
I just received this message from one of my married children. I don't know who the author is but I think you'll all agree it deserves sharing.
"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 new clothes. They had 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 with lovely bows and stacked them under a tree. Yes, a tree, Joseph, right in their house. They decorated the tree, too. The branches were full of glowing bulbs 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 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 happy, 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 it would have been had it been real."