Mother of God.

A little boy wants a bike for Christmas really badly, but the kid is a real bad seed, and he knows it.
He writes a letter to Jesus.
“Dear Jesus, if I get a bike for Christmas, I’ll be good for a whole week.”
He thinks about it, crosses out what he wrote, and says, “I can’t be good for a whole week, I’ll be good for five days.”

He crosses that out and writes, “I’ll be good for four days.”
Then he thinks again and says, “Can’t do that.”
He gets down to one day and says, “I can’t even be good for a day.”
Then in frustration, goes in his mother’s room and get the statue of the Virgin Mary, wraps it up in a blanket, puts it in a paper bag, throws it in the closet and says.
“Dear Jesus, if I don’t get a bike for Christmas, you’ll never see your mother again!”

7 responses to “Mother of God.

  1. I do like your sense of humor dear Harry, though you should have been well informed and pretty aware of – I guess – that this kind of joke is for sure sensitive in Indonesia.


      • You will also love Indonesia – Bali only one amongst over than some 17 thousands islands – as do with me. We are all the people of Indonesia respecting and tolerant each other to other religion our brother or sister believe in. We keep to live in harmony even in differences. That’s the reason.


          • GREAT!!!
            Welcome again to Bali, you would enjoy also visiting one of world miracle Borobudur Temple situated close to Jogya, Lombok the neighboring and quieter island of Lombok, Komodo, Manado of North Sulawesi, Banggai of Central Sulawesi and, Raja Ampat of Papua.


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