Ho, Ho, Heretic

I walked into Nicea with a peppermint grin. Heard a bishop dropping doctrine like

a snow storm sent. He said, "The sun ain't eternal,"

and I froze mid-step like, bro, that's the kinda claim you shouldn't

ever forget. I set my staff down, took a breath slow,

said, "We're talking about the logos, man. I'm some jolly

elf, you know." But he kept on rambling, so I drew

near real quick. H- h- hold up, son. Don't make me

go Saint Nick. You're twisting truths like tinsel on a lopsided tree, saying,