My Annual Christmas Eve Post for 2020

Many of my friends here in Vermont see winter as a time to pull out the skis, the sleds, the toboggans and hit the hills. Not me.

Over the past few decades, I’ve come to see winter as a time to pull inward, a time for personal reflection, and a time to breath in the wonder and awe in the world around me.

The story that most connects me to the power of this special time is the one that John McCutcheon sings, based on a true story. I’ve been telling that story for the past seven years now.  Seven years! Wow.

Here’s John McCutcheon’s beautiful ballad of one Christmas Eve, 1914.

You’ll find the lyrics at the bottom of this post.

The power of this story is that it actually happened.

The pull of peace when we are weary of war, the yearning to reconnect when we are tired of battling out our differences, are themes I trust we all resonate with today. In 1914, it took a familiar song and the mutual love of football (we call it soccer here in the USA). What will it take in 2021?

For my newer subscribers, if you want to get a fuller sense of the story, try this YouTube video, The Christmas Truce of 1914. It’s eight and a half minutes long. There’s also a one-hour BBC documentary that pulls it all together, excerpted down to thirteen minutes here. 

There are all those earlier posts too, don’t forget.

Christmas 2019

My Christmas Eve Post for 2018

My Annual Christmas Eve Post For 2017

My Annual Christmas Eve Post (2016)

Annual Christmas Eve Story 2015

A Day When Enemies Stopped Fighting (2014)

Christmas In the Trenches (2013)

As promised, here are those lyrics:

My name is Francis Tolliver. I come from Liverpool.
Two years ago the war was waiting for me after school.
From Belgium and to Flanders, to Germany to here,
I fought for King and country I love dear.

It was Christmas in the trenches where the frost so bitter hung.
The frozen fields of France were still, no Christmas songs were sung.
Our families back in England were toasting us that day,
Their brave and glorious lads so far away.

I was lyin’ with my mess-mates on the cold and rocky ground,
When across the lines of battle came a most peculiar sound.
Says I “Now listen up me boys,” each soldier strained to hear
As one young German voice sang out so clear.

“He’s singin’ bloody well you know,” my partner says to me.
Soon one by one each German voice joined in, in harmony.
The cannons rested silent. And the gas cloud rolled no more,
As Christmas brought us respite from the war.

Well, as soon as they were finished, and a reverent pause was spent.
“God rest ye merry, gentlemen” struck up some lads from Kent.
The next they sang was Stille Nacht. “Tis Silent Night,” says I.
And in two tongues one song filled up that sky.

“There’s someone comin’ towards us,” the front-line sentry cried.
All sights were fixed on one lone figure trudging from their side.
His truce flag, like a Christmas star, shone on that plain so bright,
As he bravely strode, unarmed, into the night.

Soon one by one on either side walked into no-man’s-land.
With neither gun nor bayonet, we met there hand to hand.
We shared some secret brandy and we wished each other well,
And in a flare-lit soccer  game, we gave ’em hell.

We traded chocolates, cigarettes, and photographs from home,
These sons and fathers far away from families of their own.
Young Sanders played his squeezebox; they had a violin,
This curious and unlikely band of men.

Soon daylight stole upon us and France was France once more.
With sad farewells, we each began to settle back to war.
But the question haunted every heart that lived that wondrous night,
“Whose family have I fixed within my sights?”

Twas Christmas in the trenches where the frost so bitter hung.
The frozen fields of France were warmed as songs of peace were sung.
For the walls they’d kept between us to exact the work of war,
Had been crumbled and were gone forever more.

Oh, my name is Francis Tolliver. In Liverpool I dwell.
Each Christmas come since World War One I’ve learned its lessons well.
For the ones who call the shots won’t be among the dead and lame.
And on each end of the rifle, we’re the same.

— John McCutcheon “Christmas in the trenches” 1989

Christmas Eve 1914

Until next year, may the peace that passes all understanding be with you during these hectic holidays and follow you into the new year.


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11 Responses

  1. Arlene Smith
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    There is something about the song, “Silent Night.” Makes me cry every time.

  2. Mildred LaBeur
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    I’ve read this each and every year you’ve posted it, but this year it has touched me like no other time. I’m sad but hopeful, weary but energized and eagerly looking ahead to better days ahead. And they will come!

  3. Joan Z. Rough
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    Blessing and love for a Merry Christmas and New Year filled with hope and health!!

  4. Darlene Foster
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    Wishing you and your family a wonderful Christmas. It has been a weird year but we all managed and there is hope for a better 2021. I love that song, thanks. Keep the wonderful posts coming.
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  5. Tim Fearnside
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    Thanks for sharing this again this year, Janet. It’s a truly great song, and one that touches me every time. I hope you and your family had a wonderful Christmas. – T

  6. Janet Morrison
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    That’s beautiful, Janet. Thank you for sharing it again this year — even if I am a couple of days into 2021 listening to it. What lessons the powers that be could learn by taking those words to heart!

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