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All I want for Cristmas…

About two weeks before Christmas, a little Catholic boy decided to write a letter to Santa. He started „Dear Santa…“, he thought „No, I will go to a higher authority“, so he decided to write a letter to Jesus.“Dear Jesus, If you get me a bike for Christmas, I will be good for two weeks..““NO NO NO NO I can’t be good for two weeks“, he thought to himself.So he started all over again…“Dear Jesus, If you get me a bike for Christmas I will be good for one week.““NO NO NO NO I can’t be good for one week“, he thought to himself.So he quickly ran to the Study room and grabbed their statue of Mary, and quickly wrapped it up in a blanket.He started all over again.“Dear Jesus, I have your mother…if you ever want to see her again…get me a bike for Christmas!“

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