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
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 (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 really 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 really do. Leroy 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 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.