His mother said she couldn’t afford a new bike but suggested he write to Jesus, promising to be good—maybe then Jesus would help.
The boy sat down and wrote:
“Dear Jesus, I promise to be good for one year…”
He scratched it out. “One month.”
Still unhappy, he changed it to “One week.” Frustrated, he tore it up and went for a walk.
Passing the church, he saw the nativity scene. When no one was watching, he grabbed the figure of Mary, tucked her under his coat, and ran home.
Then he wrote a new letter:
“Dear Jesus, if you ever want to see your mother again…”
