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Little
Leroy went to his mother demanding a new bicycle. His
mother decided that he should take a look at himself and
the way he acts. She said, "Well, Leroy, it isn't
Christmas and we don't have the money to just go out and
buy you anything you want. So why don't you write a
letter to Jesus and pray for one instead." After his
temper tantrum subsided, his mother sent him to his room.
He finally sat down to write a letter to Jesus. 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 (a
brat). So he ripped up the letter and decided to
give it another try. Dear Jesus, I've been an OK boy this
year and I 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 had really wanted. He knew he had
been terrible and was deserving of almost nothing. He
crumpled up the letter, threw it in the waste bin and
went running outside. He wandered aimlessly, depressed
because of the way he'd treated his parents and really,
thinking seriously about his actions. Leroy finally found
himself in front of a Catholic Church. He went inside and
knelt down, looking around not knowing what he should
really do. He finally got up and began to walk out
the door and was looking at all the statues. All of a
sudden he grabbed a small one and ran out the door. He
went home, hid the statue 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. |
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