The young lad wrote down his 'to-do' list.
That is, the gifts he expected from God, or, St. Nick. Whoever responded fast and first was OK with him.
That was at the top of the list.
As was his praying daily to God.
Why the bike wasn't coming, he wasn't sure.
So. . .
After everyone left church one Sunday afternoon.
And, after another prayer for that shiny Scwinn bicycle, he stepped up to the sanctuary.
There, he has a word or two with Mary, the tall, blue statue depicting the Mother of God.
And, the icon for Catholics.
The one they go to when all else fails.
Well. . .
He carried her home, and, put her under his bed.
An hour later, he prayed for that bike again.
"God," he shouted.
"It's me again. I want that bike for Christmas. I got your mother!"