They say - it was cold...the night I was born.
The winds were howling. The snow was falling.
They say - it had never been colder than this.

Must have been hard - y'know? - for my mama.
Finding a comfortable...quiet spot amidst all those who lived inside that barn.

They say - I was some sort of little miracle.
Born - as I was - on Christmas Eve.

I sometimes wonder about my mama.
Did she plan it?

They say - the two legged critters were kind.
They brought blankets. They wrapped me...and kept me warm.

They say - I am some sort of some thing special.
"You is good. You is kind. You is important"

I say - yes...and thank-you.
I most certainly am.