The birthday wish

Little Carol came into the kitchen where her mother was making dinner.  Her birthday was coming up and she though this was a good time to tell her mother what she wanted. “Mom, I want a bike for my birthday.”

But Little Carol was a bit of a troublemaker.  She had gotten into trouble at school and at home.  Carol’s mom asked her if she thought she deserved to get a bike for her birthday.  Little Carol, of course (as any little child would), thought she did!

Carol’s mom, being a Catholic, wanted her to reflect on,  her behaviour over the last year.  She told Little Carol to write a letter to God and tell Him why she deserved a bike for her birthday.  Little Carol frowned and stomped up the steps to her room, sat down, and began to write a letter to God.

LETTER 1:

Dear God,

I’ve been a very good little girl this year and I would like a bike for my birthday.  I want a red one.

Your friend,

Carol

But Carol knew this wasn’t true.  She had not been a very good girl this year.  So she tore up the letter and started over.

LETTER 2:

Dear God,

This is your friend Carol  I have been a pretty good girl this year, and I would like a red bike for my birthday.

Thank you,

Carol

Carol knew this wasn’t true either.  She tore up the letter and started again.

LETTER 3:

Dear God,

I know I haven’t been a good girl this year.  I am very sorry.  I will be a good girl if you just send me a red bike for my birthday.

Thank you,

Carol

Carol knew, even if it was true, this letter wasn’t going to get her a bike.  By now, she was very upset and angry.  She went downstairs and told her mother she was going to the nearby church.  Carol’s mom thought her plan had worked because Carol looked pretty sad.

“Just be home in time for dinner”, her mom said.

Carol walked down the street to the church and up to the altar.  She looked around to see if anyone was there.  She picked up a statue of the Virgin Mary, slipped it under her jacked with her rickety bulky body running out of the church, down the street, into her house and up her room.  Panting, she shut the door and sat down and wrote her letter to God.

Letter 4:

I GOT YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANTT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE BIKE!

Signed,

YOU KNOW WHO

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