A Continuation of The Gift Of The Magi

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 ...

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...oor and froze, stunned. "Jim, it, it's

been so long, why are you here?" Della asked shakily. Jim replied, "Well, I

have never forgotten you Della, and I still love you and hope you could forgive

me." "Actually, I shouldn't have been as cruel to you as I was, but still, that

was a dumb move," Della said. Jim stated apologetically, "It was a stupid

present then, but would you take it now? It kinda fits the situation better

don't you think? But I am not implying that you look ugly now, If I gave you

this I wouldn't want you to wear it if your just around me if you didn't want,

because I don't think you've changed one bit.” Jim says, taking the box from

behind him and handing it to Della. She opens it, and it's the old wig, but

cleaned and groomed of course. Della stutters, "I, I, I don't know what to say.

I love it, and it's true with me also. I have never loved anyone else but you."

Jim asks, "Della, will you marry me?" “Yes, oh yes, of course I will marry you.”

Della says as she puts on the old wig.

Della and Jim lived happily ever after, until 2 years later when they both died

together in a terrible car crash.