#making - Hello Poetry

i hate the winter but when i was young, a single saving grace, was my grandmother — she made sure christmas felt like magic, a time i felt i was safe she’d stay up the night before driving herself ******* mental decorating, perfecting, making sure that for a kid like me, it would be something special it wasnt the ornaments neatly spaced, it wasnt the dollhouse set up under the tree, perfectly placed it was her love, her rosey red cheeks puffed up as she smiled and for a moment i saw her as a child a time of the past now it has since lost its magic ive lost my saving grace when it gets cold now i start to panic the cold is sharp, quick to move it creates a home in the tip of my nose all the way down to each of my toes my mind starts to sputter the engine wont run, that seasonal ******** is here i surrender, winter, you got me, lock the door, im done everything moves so **** slow, i spend so much time wondering if ill ever see something as beautiful as my grandmothers glow when i got older i felt most at home in the drivers seat by myself, all alone it was my first love driving around for hours on end just waiting for a spark a sign from these wires that there was still life in them there it was, i saw it did you? the dashboard lit up, i found the problem, i think i know what to do if i were to decorate in here, right in this front seat, maybe that would give me relief? could it make me smile, could it lighten my grief? when i spruce it up, will winter finally not spend all of its time eating my mind up? i hung ornaments on the roof the interior wrapped with tinsel superglued a snowglobe smack dab in the middle i hung lights up as my final plea, ive perfected every ornament check it, come see i know i sound crazy, but get in the **** car sit back, stay awhile all id like to see you do is crack a smile you’ll love it, i swear stop in whenever, i built this little world because winter was never fair

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5h ago

Jun 3, 2026 at 1:19 PM UTC

whereipark

cold start

i hate the winter but when i was young, a single saving grace, was my grandmother — she made sure christmas felt like magic, a time i felt i was safe she’d stay up the night before driving herself ******* mental decorating, perfecting, making sure that for a kid like me, it would be something special it wasnt the ornaments neatly spaced, it wasnt the dollhouse set up under the tree, perfectly placed it was her love, her rosey red cheeks puffed up as she smiled and for a moment i saw her as a child a time of the past now it has since lost its magic ive lost my saving grace when it gets cold now i start to panic the cold is sharp, quick to move it creates a home in the tip of my nose all the way down to each of my toes my mind starts to sputter the engine wont run, that seasonal ******** is here i surrender, winter, you got me, lock the door, im done everything moves so **** slow, i spend so much time wondering if ill ever see something as beautiful as my grandmothers glow when i got older i felt most at home in the drivers seat by myself, all alone it was my first love driving around for hours on end just waiting for a spark a sign from these wires that there was still life in them there it was, i saw it did you? the dashboard lit up, i found the problem, i think i know what to do if i were to decorate in here, right in this front seat, maybe that would give me relief? could it make me smile, could it lighten my grief? when i spruce it up, will winter finally not spend all of its time eating my mind up? i hung ornaments on the roof the interior wrapped with tinsel superglued a snowglobe smack dab in the middle i hung lights up as my final plea, ive perfected every ornament check it, come see i know i sound crazy, but get in the **** car sit back, stay awhile all id like to see you do is crack a smile you’ll love it, i swear stop in whenever, i built this little world because winter was never fair