They padded upstairs quite as quiet as mice
And brought down the train in its box in a trice.
But after they opened it, all hopes were dashed
For most of the cars were a teensy bit smashed.
“Don’t worry, now, Tizzy, we’ll set it up right.
Look, the engine’s okay,” Owen said, “See its light?
And here—though its sides seem to be a tad loose—
Is an elf-sized, yourself-sized, red-painted caboose."
“Hurrah!” Tizzy cheered, “I knew you two could do it!
Now hook up the train and I’ll get right into it.”
So Owen and Alex went straight to their work
And finishing up, turned around with a jerk
To watch in delight as the elf's tiny feet
Climbed up the train's steps to the engineer's seat.
Then, ever so faintly, they heard from inside:
“All aboard! Come on children, I’m ready to ride!
North Pole or bust! Santa Claus, here I come!”
The boys hit the switch and there was a soft hum.
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