Snow-battered glass reflects broken smiles, A red glow sways like promises in frostbitten hands. The road hums in whispers, too soft to hear— Too loud to ignore. Between the wheel and winter's breath, Two figures grin through the blur. Plastic cheer stretches thin, And the candy cane flickers, A torch in a dreamless cold. Their laughter dissolves into vapor trails, Warmed only by the engine's hollow hum, As they drift further from the last light,