[ Featuring Janaya Mahealani Jones, Curt Mega ]
The Narrator: Jim stood in the doorway with a look upon his face A strange expression that Della couldn't place
Della: Jimmy it's still me don't look like that Just me without any hair Jimmy don't give me a heart attack Say something say you don't care
My hair grows back so swift, Jim Really I swear it But to see you without a gift, Jim I couldn't bear it
Jim: Your hair Your hair
Della: It's Christmas Eve Christmas Eve Our first ever together I couldn't see You not receive-
Jim: You're more beautiful than ever Della, my darling There's not a thing that you Could ever do to your hair That could ever start me doubting The woman who I gave my heart to Dell, I swear There's not a thing I'd rather do Than be right here with you But if you open this You may understand That look I had
The Narrator: Della wasn't okay Caught by surprise
Della: It's the combs, Jim How'd you know?
The Narrator: She passed this store every day And fantasized
Jim: Each time you saw them Your face would glow
The Narrator: Two beautiful combs For her beautiful hair Not combs that comb But combs you wear
The Narrator and Della: What a lovely, perfect pair
Della: I can't wait to try them in my-
Jim: Don't cry, Della Don't cry
Della: They're perfect Wait I almost forgot To give you what I got A fancy platinum chain For your fancy watch Worth every strand of hair they took Go on try it on Let's have a look Hey, what's that look?
Jim: Della, my darling Let's put these gifts away Till another day They're too nice Too nice to use right now Just be close to me Let's get cosy tonight
There's not a thing I'd rather do Than be right here with you Della to buy those special combs I bought I sold the watch