Jeremy Walker empathises with an English clergy-man who ran afoul of parents by telling a group of school children about the historical stories of Saint Nicholas.
Sadly, it is possible in some churches that you could upset more people by saying there’s no Santa than by questioning the virgin conception and the Gospel accounts of Jesus’ birth.
Anyway, Walker writes of a similar incident in which he was involved by embellishing a few details and setting it all to rhyme.
You can read it here.

This is a taste:

“Here is the great issue,” I cheerfully said,
“There’s a man on a cross and a myth dressed in red:
And I hope that by now you all know and you feel
That the difference between them is – Jesus is real.”

The youngsters then left, and I (not a bit nervous)
Proceeded to get through the rest of the service,
Descended the steps and, without a thought more,
I walked down the aisle and I stood at the door.

The first lady out was a grandma in rage,
Who I think would have been better off in a cage,
On a mission, it seems, to accuse me of sin:
She swung with her bag but I blocked with my chin.

As I slumped to the floor – though I listened intently –
She spoke straight and clear, crisp and sharp, and not gently,
That I was a preacher perverted and sick
For telling her darlings there is no Saint Nick.

Read the whole thing at Reformation 21.

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