Christmas Imagination

As I meditate on the Christmas story, my imagination again gets carried away.
I wish I could have been the first magi who looked into the skies toward Jerusalem and saw the star. Can you imagine his excitement as he ran to tell the others. "The King has been born." And how did they know to look? Must have had a copy of the book of Daniel--and believed it.
And I wonder about the differences between the conversations between Mary and Joseph. First, when she told him she was with child and that the child had been conceived by the Holy Spirit--and he obviously did not believe her. Second, after the angel told him that her story was true, and he went to talk to her and started the conversation--I imagine--with "I'm so sorry I didn't believe you."
And I would have loved to have heard the conversation when she came to him and told him she was going to go visit her elderly cousin Elizabeth and that she would be gone for awhile. "Why?" "She's with child." I would have liked to have seen the look on his face at that moment.
I, also, wonder how long it took for the "light to go on" about Bethlehem. Can you imagine? "I can't believe it. You're about to give birth, and the stupid Romans tell us we have to go all the way to Bethlehem for some stupid census. Why is God letting them do this? Bethlehem. It makes no . . . Oh, Micah. 'But as for you Bethlehem . . .from you One will go forth for Me to be ruler in Israel.' Duh."
And I would have loved to have watched him on that arduous journey as he pampered and gently cared for Mary. You don't really think the Lord would let a harsh, insensitive man be the earthly father of His Son, do you? (And don't think for a moment that Jesus wasn't saddened by the death of His earthly father when He was just a young man.)
And I wonder what they were thinking after Jesus was born. Were they thinking, "well, he looks just like every other baby. Nothing special. Did we misunderstand?" And then in clamored a bunch of smelly rag-tag shepherds giving each other high-fives and exclaiming, "the angels told us to come! Hope you don't mind. What a beautiful baby! What did you name Him? Jesus--Jehovah saves. Yes! Of course. Hey Joel, His name is Jesus!" And I don't doubt that everyone of them had to hold that baby. Don't worry. Those burly guys knew how to cradle a lamb in their arms. And I'm sure he smiled up at everyone of them. And they never forgot that smile.
Just imagining. It's a disease I have.