Little Tony, son of mafia boss Big Tony, wants a bicycle for Christmas. So he goes into his father's study and starts writing a letter.
"Dear God, if you bring me a bicycle for Christmas I'll go to church every Sunday for six months."
He stops and thinks for a moment. Six months is far too long. So he rips up the letter and starts another one.
"Dear God, if you bring me a bicycle for Christmas I'll go to church every Sunday for three months."
He stops again. Three months? Way too long. Suddenly inspiration strikes. He takes the statue of Mary from the desk and stuffs it in a drawer, then starts another letter.
"Dear God, I have your mother..."
"Dear God, if you bring me a bicycle for Christmas I'll go to church every Sunday for six months."
He stops and thinks for a moment. Six months is far too long. So he rips up the letter and starts another one.
"Dear God, if you bring me a bicycle for Christmas I'll go to church every Sunday for three months."
He stops again. Three months? Way too long. Suddenly inspiration strikes. He takes the statue of Mary from the desk and stuffs it in a drawer, then starts another letter.
"Dear God, I have your mother..."