A Pair of Christmas Colors

How jolly and merry does little John bound!

Right after a non-existent winter, which everyone loves;

Over the toppled brightly-lit plastic fig blown!

By where rain been falling, instead of lustrous snow;

In the festivity of a snow-themed party;

There is longing, hidden beneath their happy faces;

Wrapped in with halls of happy red and cheery green,

And the unsung blue, stuck on their laces.

Or so I thoughtlessly sung? Listen:

For by green;

I feel the festive vibe of lush leaves and trees!

And by red;

I see the nostalgic face of gifts and fey.

But by blue;

I meant the sadness they left by parting from you.

I ask you, for now, as a thought or maybe as a reminder:

Should we not value just the feast, the joy in Christmas?

Like the purging of emotions, in setting ourselves anew;

Men should reassess ahead a new year, for proper redo!

I am eager to teach, to let you know,

That Christmas shouldn’t be felt by only one emotion;

Like my first two staves, be of alternate songs;

First, by happiness; then by sorrow.