"Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she has only $1.87 to buy Jim a gift. She had aside as much as she could for months, with this result."
Will you buy my hair?
I buy hair. Take your hat off and let me look at it
"She put on her old brown coat. She put on her old brown hat. With a bright light still in her eyes, she moved quickly out the door and down the street."
It surely had been made for Jim and no one else.
"Where she stopped the sign said: "Mrs. Sofronie. Hair Articles of all Kinds."
I want you to understand me, Dell. Nothing like a haircut could make me love you any less. But if you’ll open that, you may know what I felt when I came in.
It’s sold, I tell you. sold and gone, too. But no one could ever count my love for you.
"Up to the second Della ran, and stopped to get her breath. Mrs. Sofronie, large, too white, cold-eyed and looked at her. "Twenty dollars", said Mrs. Sofronie."
"Oh, and the next two hours seemed to fly. She was going from one shop to another, to find a gift for Jim. She found it at last."
"Each sold the most valuable thing he owned in order to buy a gift for the other. But let me speak a last word to the wise of these days: Of all who give gifts, these two were the most wise. Of all who give and receive gifts, such as they are the most wise. Everywhere they are the wise ones."