My Dear Mater

I wanted to share this letter from Christmas 1914.

A poignant description of the famous Christmas Day Truce in 1914, when young soldiers played football in No Man’s Land and German and British troops who had been shelling one another hours earlier shook hands and swapped souvenirs…

The author is untraceable and it is not known what his fate was after the day of improbable gaiety, with carols, letters and presents from home, and a feast in the trenches of chocolate, oranges and hot Christmas pudding.

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The letter is headed “British Expeditionary Force, Friday December 25th 1914”. It reads: “My Dear Mater, This will be the most memorable Christmas I’ve ever spent or likely to spend: since about tea time yesterday I don’t think theres been a shot fired on either side up to now. Last night turned a very clear frost moonlight night, so soon after dusk we had some decent fires going and had a few carols and songs. The Germans commenced by placing lights all along the edge of their trenches and coming over to us – wishing us a Happy Christmas etc … Some of our chaps went over to their lines. I think theyve all come back bar one from ‘E’ Co. They no doubt kept him as a souvenir.

“There must be something in the spirit of Christmas as to day we are all on top of our trenches running about … We also had some of the post this morning. I had a parcel from B. G’s Lace Dept containing a sweater, smokes, under clothes etc. We also had a card from the Queen … After breakfast we had a game of football at the back of our trenches! We’ve had a few Germans over to see us this morning. They also sent a party over to bury a sniper we shot in the week … About 10.30 we had a short church parade the morning service etc. held in the trench … Our dinner party started off with fried bacon and dip-bread: followed by hot Xmas Pudding. I had a mascot in my piece. Next item on the menu was muscatels and almonds, oranges, bananas, chocolate etc. followed by cocoa and smokes. You can guess we thought of the dinners at home.

“Just before dinner I had the pleasure of shaking hands with several Germans … I exchanged one of my balaclavas for a hat. I’ve also got a button off one of their tunics. We also exchanged smokes etc. and had a decent chat. They say they won’t fire tomorrow if we don’t so I suppose we shall get a bit of a holiday – perhaps … We can hardly believe that we’ve been firing at them … it all seems so strange. With much love from Boy.”

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