As a very Santa-like gesture, I am sneaking in a poem celebrating our Beloved pugilistic theologian. Remember, it’s important to be creative in our generosity and ready to defend the truth of our Faith!

In Myra’s streets where shadows fell, A bishop walked who knew full well That three young daughters faced a fate no father’s love could compensate.

By night he came, no witness near, And through the window, crystal clear, He tossed his gold—one purse, then three— That dowries might set captives free.

The secret kept, the deed was done, Before the rising of the sun. For Nicholas knew the truest grace Seeks not the praise of any face.

But when the heretics held sway At Nicaea’s council, on that day, He rose with fire to defend The Son of God without an end.

Against Arius he took his stand: True God from God, by Father’s hand— No lesser being, no created thing, But co-eternal Lord and King.

So let us learn from Myra’s saint: Give silently without constraint, Yet speak with courage, bold and free, When truth demands our testimony.