The gift of the magi, a continuation

It was one week from Della’s 30th birthday and Jim didn’t have enough money to buy her a present.
“Well,” Jim thought, “if I don’t have a watch then why should I have a chain for one?” So, he sold his watch
chain in order to have money for Della’s present. “Now, what do I buy Della?” he asked himself. “I think I’ll go
to the flea market and look for something, because one little rusty old chain won’t buy me very much,” Jim stated
as he started riding his bicycle to the market. At the market Jim found many things, some very pretty and
expensive, some very pretty and cheap, and some just plain ugly things that had been there awhile and always
would be until they were finally thrown away. “Omigosh, is that DDDDeeDDDe...?” Jim stuttered in
astonishment. Was what he had seen real? Or was he just jumping to conclusions? Was that really the hair that
Della had sold just 2 years ago? It was, and Jim thought that Della would maybe like it back, so he bought it for 2
cents and he was so happy and he thought he had the best present anyone could ever give their girlfriend. “Now,”
Jim thought, “will this be a useful gift, and I don’t mean in a few years, this time I want to get it right,” So Jim
thought for two days straight. Finally he came up with an idea, “I’ll make it into a wig, a girl can never have to
many wigs.” So he went to the wig shop, which usually only made those white braided wigs that all the important
men wore, but the wigmaker made an exception because Jim was a good friend and after all, it was for a girls
birthday. The wigmaker asked, “Are you sure Della will like this present, I mean it is rather odd, and Della’s hair
has already grown twice as long as this. But don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to be rude, I mean, well I think
I’ll just get started on this wig right away, okay, bye.” So Jim left, thinking that the wigmaker was a little out of
his mind that day.
The next day, which was the day before Della’s birthday, the wigmaker called Jim. “Hello, Umm, did you
want this wig dyed, or left red? And also, I can’t make a wig that fits unless Della’s head is measured, what will
you do to find out without arousing her suspicions?” Jim answered uncertainly, “Well I guess I’ll just have to
that’s all, and of course not, Don’t you dare dye that beautiful color of hair, it’s the prettiest I’ve ever seen.” The
wigmaker replied, “ Okay, but I still need to know her head size very soon in order to finish the hat, are you sure
you like that color?” “I’m not stupid, what I say I want is what I want. Now, I will bring the measurements over
as soon as I get them,” Jim replied rudely.
“Della,” Jim replied, breathless from running all the way to the store and back to buy a tape measure, “I
need to get your measurements for something, could you come here?” Della obeys thinking maybe a new dress as a
present. “What measurements do you need, honey?” Della answered in her sweetest voice. Jim said “I need to get
your head size for something, that’s all.” “Well, Okay, “ Della replied surprised at first, and then realized that she
must be getting a hat for her birthday.
Later at the wig shop. “There, it’s all finished; do you like it Jim?” asked the wigmaker. Jim said, “It’s
great, don’t you think? You don’t look to sure about it?” The wigmaker replied, lying, “It’s great, after all it’s the
thought that counts, right?.” “Sure thing Phil, well, gotta go, tomorrow’s Della’s birthday, are you going to be
there?” “Sure Jim, I’ll be there.” Said the wigmaker.
It is Della’s birthday, all of Jim and Della’s friends are at their home, and she begins to open presents.
She will be opening Jim’s present first. “I wonder what it could be?” Della claims, quite ecstatically. She unties
the ribbon, carefully undoes the golden wrapping paper, opens the box, and slowly takes out the tissue paper, piece
by piece. “I’m really exited,”