The Story Begins

Were you born in December;
Is that the right time of year?
Were your parents lonely
With family and angels near?
Did the shepherds come singing?
What did you hear?
Were you born in a barn?
The story is unclear.

But you came and you gave;
And you stayed before you went away.
The story begins
When God puts on skin;
To live and die in our place.

Was it cold outside
On the day you were born?
Did you come in the evening,
The afternoon or the morning?
I don’t know the answers-
I might never know the truth;
Except that I am certain
Of a few things about you.