The Fight Before Christmas
1.’‘twas the year 325, and from empire wide,
2 The bishops were gathering, from every side.
3 The only begotten had taken his throne,
4 yet seeds of rebellion were still being sown.
5 The dastardly Arius, mouth full of lies,
6 said “Christ was not God, but just holy and wise.”
7 King Constantine said that, “such strife must not be!”
8 Thus he ordered the church to come and convene.
9 Either Jesus is God as the Bible has said
10 or Christ is a creature, and we’re lost in our sin.
11 In streets and the market the people debate.
12 ‘Twas the talk of the empire, from least to the great.
13 The Son has dominion of all seas and lands.
14 Abraham’s offspring outnumber the sands.
15 He rules with all power o’er the heavenly bein’s.
16 Every true saint knows he’s King of all kings.
17 Yet the heresy spread like a plague through all Rome.
18 The wicked false teaching boiled and foamed.
19 Nothing spreads faster than gossip and slander,
20 except the fist of St. Nick and his furious right hander.
21 With a left jab, a hook, a straight and a shove
22 Then a kick and a stomp and the right hand of love.
23 Hooray for St. Nick! Down fell Arius in drool.
24 Now run away heretic, we’ve no time for this fool!
25 God of God! Light of Light! Begotten not made.
26 The heresey fell where ol’ Arius laid.
27 Yet still to this day you might hear the old clamor
28 Of another old fool needing St. Nick’s right hander.
29 We cling to our King. Creator and healer.
30 The child born in a manger is this world’s Redeemer.
31 We Believe in One God, the Father almighty
32 We believe in His Son, who shines just as brightly.
33 Through Him all was made that came to be made
34 As the incarnate God, he never once strayed.
35 On his righteous shoulders all our sins laid.
36 On a Cross, under Pilate, our great debt was paid.
37 After three days entombed our great king did arise
38 And ascended to heaven to the Father of Lights.
39 He shall come again, in glory, as judge.
40 The High Priest of heaven, in justice, won’t budge.
41 The nations may rage, and the heretics slander.
42 But all knees will bow to His righteous right hander.
43 Jolly St. Nick and the saints through the ages.
44 All look on and laugh as the nation still rages.
45 Our blessed assurance, the ancient of Days
46 Will be kissed by the kings as they all sing his praise.
47 Now every year, at about just this hour
48 Even pagans sing songs of the high king of Power.
49 With venom and spit they still hate the true Christ
50 But there’s no denying, his powerful right.
51 One by one nations fall, and none shall remain
52 They’re under his feet, where Arius now lays.
53 Grab your sword, open presents, sing carols and eat.
54 Rejoice and shout praises as you sit at his feet
55 Tell tales of St. Nick and his right hand of might.
56 Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.