Another little boy had a dream of his own. More than anything, he wanted a brand new bicycle. His mother, however, explained gently that they simply couldn’t afford one.
Not wanting to crush his spirits, she suggested another approach. “Why don’t you write a letter to Jesus? Tell him how you’ll be a good boy from now on, and maybe he will help you get a bike.”
“Dear Jesus, I promise to be good for one whole year.”
He frowned. That sounded impossible. With a sigh, he tore it up.
He tried again. “Dear Jesus, I promise to be good for one month.” Still, he shook his head. That was too long.
One more time, he wrote, “Dear Jesus, I promise to be good for one week.” He hesitated, knowing even that would be difficult. Frustrated, he ripped the letter into pieces.
Deciding to clear his mind, he went for a walk. Passing by the local church, he noticed a nativity scene on the lawn. Suddenly, a mischievous idea formed. He looked around, made sure no one was watching, and gently picked up the statue of Mary. He tucked it under his coat and hurried home.
Back at the table, he grabbed a fresh piece of paper and scribbled quickly:
“Dear Jesus, if you ever want to see your mother again…”
Joke 3: The Wedding Math
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