The Gift Of The Magi A Continuation 2

The Gift Of The Magi: A Continuation (Creative Writing) Essay, Research Paper

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

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,” she says as the first

piece floats to the floor. “I can hardly wait, I know it will be great,” she

says as the second tissue is lifted up. “This is the last one, it’s it’s .

…….. it’s a wig!!!” Della shouts loudly and upset. “It is just a piece of

filthy old hair, worse yet it’s someone else’s who could have germs. How dare

you, you, you” Jim shouts back, in order to be heard by the roaring of Della,

“My sweet, it’s your very own hair, the hair in which you cut off to buy me a

Christmas present, doesn’t that mean anything to you? And besides, I thought it

was the thought that counted.” But Della was to upset to listen to reason. She

shouted at him, “I hate you, I really hate you. How dare you give me a worthless

rag, get away from me, I never want to see you again, I’m packing and leaving

tomorrow!” As she finished speaking she

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