C.S. Lewis compared Christ’s birth to Shakespeare writing himself into one of his plays. He was attempting to explain the traditional Christian doctrine of the Incarnation.
I don’t care much for that metaphor, though the life God lives is far beyond and perhaps incomprehensible to our veiled and mortal lives.
Then I read a comic strip that does something along the same lines. It was crude in places and vulgar in others. I do not precisely recommend it. I only say that while I winced in places I also understood better the relation between creator and created.
The comic is here.