Dearest Connie, I write to you in a much happier face of mind because something wonderful has just happened that I must tell you about at once. We all standing to in our trenches yesterday morning, Christmas morning. It was crisp and quiet all bout, as beautiful a morning as I've ever seen. as cold and frosty as a Christmas morning should be. I should like to be able to tell you that we began it. But the truth, I'm ashamed to say, is that Fritz began it. First someone saw a white flag waving from the trenches opposite. Then they were calling out to us from across no man's land Happy Christmas Tommy! Happy Christmas! When we had got over the surprise some of us shouted back Same to you Fritz! Same to you! I thought that would be theat. We all did. But then suddenly one of them was up tjere in his grey greatcoat and waving a white flag. Don't shoot, lads! someone shouted. And no one did. Then there was another Fritz up on the parapet, and another. Keep your heads down I told the men, it's a trick. But it wasn't. One of the Germans was waving a bottle above his head. It is Christmas Day, Tommy. We have schnapps. We have sausage. We meet you? Yes? By this time there were dozens of them walking towards us across no man's land and not a rifle between them. Little Privet Morris was the first up. Come on, boys what are we waiting for? and then there was no stopping them. I was the suppose, But the truth is that it never even occurred to me I should. All along their line and ours I could see men walking slowly towards one another, Grey coats, Khaki coats meeting in the middle.