Ho, Ho, Heretic: A Theological Challenge

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

a snow storm sin. He said, "The Son 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, not some jolly

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

near real quick. Ho ho hold up, son. Don't make me

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