His mother decided that he should take a look at himself and the way he acts.

She said, "Well Bobby, it isn't Christmas and we don't have the money to just go out and by 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,

Bobby

Now, Bobby knew that Jesus really knew what kind of boy he was (a pretentious 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 would appreciate a new bicycle.
Yours Truly,

Bobby

Well, Bobby 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?

Bobby

Well, Bobby 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 considered his actions.

He finally found himself in front of a Catholic Church. Bobby went inside and knelt down, looking around not knowing what he should really do.

Bobby finally got up and began to walk out the door. He 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 got your mama. If you ever want to see her again, give me a bike.

YOU KNOW WHO!