Everlasting joys

The magical colors of fall,
lights of the holiday malls,
That chill in the evening air,
Conical decorations dispelling despair.
Holly music on the radio channels,
Watching football games in my flannels.
Kids looking cute in beanies and fluffy jackets,
Enemies becoming friends, burying the hatchet.
The fire getting kindled when you need it the most,
The best of wines, playing a good host.
The empty inboxes, mail boxes full of greetings,
From near and far, steady and fleeting.
Snowflakes everywhere, fake and real,
Carpets of pine leaves with a silky feel.
Fun and happiness everywhere you go,
Jingle sounds of bells and Santa with his ho, ho, ho.

Such was the sight when a man, a being, looked in a crystal ball,
One of millions he had or was about to produce,
A smile appeared and vanished just as fast,
"Humans", he said, "so easy to please with joys that don't last"
"I wish I could be like them, and live in their rudimentary spaces"
"In their artificial climates, and egotistic cases"
He was not sure whether he was envious or sad,
Of the humans' untenable joys, of their fancy fads.
He opened the lid and blew a cool wind,
Sprinkled a few flakes, much to the joy of the trapped beings.
He watched in glee and was filled with a sense of joy,
Moved on to the next one, to care for, to feed the beings in his toys.