Why, Snow, Why?

 It was always that white. That menacing, cold whiteness of snow that crept up to you at night and nipped at your warm dreams. The snow that devoured all colour from a vibrant day and swathed it away in a blanket of monotony. Honestly, putting the words 'Merry' and 'Christmas' so close together should be a crime. 

Trudging through the snow-stuffed aisles didn't bring any jolly-good memories to me, no. All it did was drench my suede boots and scorch my happiness. 

As evident, I have a personal vendetta against snow. 

And there are many reasons, you know? 

It's slippery, wet, cold and hard,

It crawls up my porch with little regard. 

It's tedious, crunchy and so very scary,

And all of that whiteness, it makes me weary. 

All I ask for is a pop of colour, 

But there comes the snow, to make everything duller.

When colour is 'Chroma', is it too much of a demand,

To put the 'Chr' in 'Christmas', why don't you understand?

Need I carry on, need I paint a better picture?

Like that ol' Christmas photo, hanging from our fixture.

Oh, look at that, would you?

Snow in the background. The only colour I can think of is... blue.