The Gift That Keeps On Being
Setting: Small apartment, Christmas tree, no presents except the one in Anson's hands.
A: (unwrapping present) Wow... it's... it's.... empty.
B: No. It's full of nothing!
A: That's something.
B: Yes, and it never runs out.
A: It's exactly what I needed.
B: It's like nothing you've had before.
A: It's something else.
B: Merry Christmas, Dear.
A: Thank you, Sweetie. This is kind of embarrassing though.
A: It's just... I didn't get you anything.
B: You didn't?
A: Yeah, I didn't. Here it is.
A: You're holding it.
B: Oh. I am?
A: Yes, I didn't wrap it.
B: Oh, Honey! It's perfect! Where did you find it?
A: Well, I looked everywhere, and it wasn't there. Then I looked somewhere else, and it wasn't there. Then I looked in a place that was nowhere else, and there it was!
B: That's so weird, because that's the same place I found yours!
A: I hope you're not too disappointed though.
B: Don't be silly, why would I be disappointed?
A: Well, I had to give up my obsession with products to find your gift.
B: But that's perfect! I had to give up defining myself through materialism to find yours! See?
A: (beat) Oh! Hey! Yeah, you're right! That is perfect!
B: Yes, instead of O'Henry, we had Henry'O.
A: Not Gift of the Magi, but Magic of the Gift.
(pause, looking at their gifts)
A: It's unlike anything else.
B: Now, I think I actually have everything.
A: I guess we both really have something, don't we?
B: Yes, and now, nothing can come between us.
(lights fade out)
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