Every year Saint Vincent de Paul set up a small nativity scene at the local shops.

It sits inside a perspex case, on top of a small, sturdy table.

Today, somebody had given it a decent nudge and knocked over one of the Kings.

Now maybe it was an accident, maybe it was teenagers behaving as teenagers do, or maybe it was a Republican, making a subtle statement.

I didn't worry too much about it, but this old lady, in the carpark, obviously took it a little more seriously than I did...

Spoiler

Merry Christmas, Your Majesty.