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 & 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 & 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 statue of Mary 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.