Little Leroy

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 bike.
Your friend,
Leroy

Now Leroy figured 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 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?
Leroy

Well, Leroy looked deep down in his heart, which by the way was what his mother really wanted, and he decided to crumple up the letter and throw it in the trash can as he went running outside. He wandered aimlessly about; depressed because of the way he treated his parents, really considering his actions. He finally found himself in 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 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 and if you ever want to see her again give me a bike!
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