The Gift of The Magi: A Continuation (Creative Writing)

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

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," she says as the first
piece floats to the floor. "I can hardly wait, I know it will be great," she