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 (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 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 new bicycle.
Yours Truly,
Leroy
Well, Leroy looked deep down in his heart, which by the way was what his mother was really wanting. 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.
Leroy, not a Catholic, knelt there, 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 broken most of the Ten Commandments; shot spit wads in school, tore up my
sister's Barbie doll and lots more. I'm desperate. I've got your mama. If you ever want
to see her again, give me a bike.
Yours Truly,
You know who
Praise God!