Close Encounters of the Stationary Kind

Gingerly,
I picked up the card.
The faded pink edges
where the glitter hung on
for dear life
were bent from sitting
in my plastic box for too long.
A teddy bear
held out a gift to me,
in 2D,
while he sat in front of the words:
Happy Birthday.
A bump near the fold promised
a serenade of digital proportions
upon opening.
I fingered the tough paper's
crisp edge,
and pulled up.
Love, Grandpa and Grandma
became visible
only splits of a second
before I saw the white tab:
about to awaken the sleeping
orchestra.
I caught my breath,
tugged just that much further,
and
Out rushed the sound!
filling my living room from
within tiny folds of paper...
but instead of a
family opera,
it was an alien spaceship...