描述
They stood at the edges of snow,
Silence stitched to their hats,
Faces lost to the glass blur of yesterday.
No road knew where they came from,
No driver knew where they’d go—
Grinning, frozen,
Ghosts of joy hailing the empty.
A backseat lull,
Santa’s laughter long buried—
And the elves,
Hitchhiking through oblivion.