here's a cute one---
>>>>> > >> > 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 the statue in the foyer. All of
>>>>> > a sudden he
>>>>> > grabbed
>>>>> > >> > it and ran out the door. He went home, hid it
>>>>> > under his bed and
>>>>> > wrote
>>>>> > >> > this letter:
>>>>> > >> >
>>>>> > >> > Jesus,
>>>>> > >> > I got your mama. If you ever want to see her
>>>>> > again, give me a
>>>>> > >> > bike.
>>>>> > >> > You know who. |
