Were You born here? 
It is somehow easy to imagine. 
See how people have decorated the place?
I've heard that St. Jerome prayed from just behind this wall because he liked to feel you near him in this special way.

Imagine her, on the straw.
Imagine You, being born.
Here.
Not two thousand years ago, at all, 
 now. 

For unto us a child is given
unto us a son is born.

The witnesses, the lights of heaven, the animals, the shepherds, your parents.
Its as if there was a window to this place, 
from every age and every time, 
so that we can look directly into it, and share.

Wherever You were born, 
You are born again, 
here.
Now.