He found without much fuss,
The package bearing his name;
Its size certainly was a plus,
Was it a toy, a puzzle, a game?
Having saved the gift wrap,
He set out to examine the box,
But didn't break into a clap,
For, the lid showed typical clocks.
The wrap was too pleasing,
For the gift to be so very obvious;
Couldn't Santa be teasing?
And lo, he was once more curious.
In the box were wooden parts,
Fuselage, engines, wings, and tail,
Stickers for flank and nose arts,
A passenger jet on a miniature scale.
He dowelled parts together,
Hoping to soon taxi the jumbo jet;
Was the maker denied timber?
The engines seemed small for the set!
Yes, the aircraft wouldn't fly,
But had to seem as though it could;
It was a flaw plain to any eye,
He'd have to hide the craft for good.
Wait, but why would he hide it,
Not box the plane that can't depart?
Indeed, the craft was exquisite,
He cherished the woodwork apart.
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