They object strongly to your manger scene.
They organize to make you take it down.
Their absolutist views they keep pristine.
Your compromises they will never crown.
The tyrant often doubles as a clown—
And these are no exception finally.
They mean to rule the whole surrendered town.
They know they’ll get the townies to agree.
But better their absurd vacuity
Than your alternative of empty show,
Than your slick, Herod-governed pageantry.
They keep their zeal, however low they go.
They don’t commit the dire crime of an art
That enshrines Christ in places not the heart.