Things were changing though, gifts seemed to be nesses, even if he hadn't given a single one yet, and while he was awfully tempted to give into old habits, Willy found that he really didn't want to. So he found himself here, sitting at a desk twirling his pen, as his mind raced trying to come up with something that he found that he couldn't pin down.
That's when his eyes fell on the snow globe. It sat tucked away in a corner of the desk, a simple glass ball displaying a model of his own factory in the witertime. He reached out, snatching up the little trinket and giving it a good shake. Violet eyes watched as the snow was jostled about, flying into the air before slowly drifting downward and settling atop the miniature factory and it's grounds.
Suddenly a stroke of inspiration hit the chocolate maker, and he soon set to work on what he thought would be an absolutely magnificent gift.
Charlie was woken from his sleep with a sharp poke in the rib. Attempting to ignore it, the little boy rolled over, curling himself into a ball in hopes that he might have been left alone.
. It only took Charlie two more pokes to realize that such hopes were in vain.
The boy found himself being led, still in his pajama's, from his rom by a rather nervous, though excited, Willy Wonka. This both pleased and unnerved him, for when Willy got like this, Charlie knew something big was coming.
Opening the door to the Chocolate Room, Charlie was greeted with a sight that was nothing short of marvelous. The once bright and vividly colored room had been totally transformed. Where there used to be the twisted candy trees, there were now gigantic ice sculptures of all sorts, the chocolate river appeared to be frozen over, and where swudge used to be there now was...snow? Charlie stuck out his tongue, catching a flake and smiling as the sugary sweetness set in.
"A gift," Willy whispered into the boys' ear, making Charlie developed a slight blush. "A gift, just for you."