To: MythMan who wrote (49988 ) 6/29/1999 12:22:00 PM From: wlheatmoon Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 86076
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.