That Christmas Time Is Now Near (Italian Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

It's high summer in the last part of the year
in the Southern hemisphere of the earth,
here some people do not know of Christ's birth
or even that Christmas time is now near.

To loose you completely is my fear,
where around me the neighbours are with mirth
and to make you happy I have great dearth;
that you do not want me, to me is clear.

I pray, Christmas, that food will be plenty,
that all people will give to the destitute,
that you will know of God's love and mercy,
on that happy day of five and twenty
your life and company will be great and good;
I cannot ask God to make you love me.