Little Bobby came into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner.



His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good time to tell

his mother what he wanted.



Mom, I want a bike for my birthday.



Little Bobby was a bit of a troublemaker.



He had gotten into trouble at school and at home.



Bobby's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike for

his birthday.



Little Bobby, of course, thought he did.



Bobby's mother wanted Bobby to reflect on his behavior over the last

year.



Go to your room, Bobby, and think about how you have behaved this

year.



Then write a letter to Jesus and tell him why you deserve a bike for

your

birthday.



Little Bobby stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to write

Jesus a letter.



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Letter 1



Dear Jesus,



I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike for my

birthday.



I want a red one.



Your friend,



Bobby



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Bobby knew that this wasn't true. He had not been a very good boy this

year,



So he tore up the letter and started over.



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Letter 2



Dear Jesus,



This is your friend Bobby. I have been a good boy this year and I

would like



A red bike for my birthday. Thank you.



Your friend,



Bobby



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Bobby knew that this wasn't true either. So, he tore up the letter and

started again.



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Letter 3



Dear Jesus,



I have been an OK boy this year. I still would really like a bike for

my birthday.



Bobby



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Bobby knew he could not send this letter to Jesus either. So, Bobby

wrote a fourth letter.



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Letter 4



Jesus,



I know I haven't been a good boy this year. I am very sorry.



I will be a good boy if you just send me a bike for my birthday.



Please! Thank you,



Bobby



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Bobby knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get him

a bike.



Now, Bobby was very upset. He went downstairs and told his mom that he wanted to go to church.



Bobby's mother thought her plan had worked, as Bobby looked very sad.



Just be home in time for dinner, Bobby's mother told him.



Bobby walked down the street to the church on the corner.



Little Bobby went into the church and up to the altar.



He looked around to see if anyone was there.



Bobby bent down and picked up a statue of the Mary.



He slipped the statue under his shirt and ran out of the temple, down

the street, into the house, and up to his room.



He shut the door to his room and sat down with a piece of paper and a

pen.



Bobby began to write his letter to Jesus.



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Letter 5



Jesus,



I'VE KIDNAPPED YOUR MOM. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE BIKE!!!!!!