Santa’s red suit, frayed and stained, A shadow against the snow’s empty promise. Rudolph stands still, antlers cracked, Eyes glazed over the rusted Cadillac. The sleigh is parked—abandoned chrome, Its tail fins sinking into the ice. No lists, no chimneys, no bells, Just the hum of nothing on a white horizon. Santa grips the belt, a hollow laugh, While the reindeer shivers, smoke curling in the cold. The sky folds gray, waiting for nothing. Christmas stalled—frozen in place.