Dear Jesus,
I've been a good boy this year and would appreciate a new bicycle.
Your
Friend,Leroy.
Now Leroy knew that Jesus really knew what kind of boy he was,so he
ripped up
the letter and decided to give it another try.
Dear Jesus,
I've been an OK boy this year and want a new bicycle.
Yours Truly,Leroy.
Well,Leroy knew this wasn't totally honest so he tore it up and tried
again.
Dear Jesus,
I've thought about being a good boy this year and can I have a
bicycle?Leroy
Well,Leroy looked deep down in his heart,which by the way was what his
mother
wanted.He knew he had been terrible and was deserving of almost
nothing.
He
crumpled up the letter,threw it in the trash can and went running
outside.He
aimlessly wandered about depressed because of the way he treated his
parents
and really considering his actions.
He finally found himself in front of a Catholic Church.
Leroy went inside
and
knelt down,looking around not knowing what he should do.
Leroy finally
got up
and began to
walk out the door,but paused to look at the statues of the Virgin
Mary.
All of
a sudden he grabbed a small one and ran out the door.
He went home,hid it
under
his bed and wrote this letter.
Jesus,
I've got your Mama.If you ever want to see her again,
give me a bike.
You know who.
