Today a large portion of tumblr celebrates Christmas. I'm one of them. But the joy and festivities of this day is coupled with a silent shadow, as the chasms of history open up. There, in the clear midnight, comes the strains of Silent Night, sung in both German and English, echoing from the past.
I think what I love most about the Christmas Truce is that for one day, the guns fell silent. For one day a pocket of people were able to look past their enemies uniforms and see them as who they were: a bunch of kids and a few older men who were far from their families on a special day. They were able to share gifts. Sing a hymn. Share a smoke. Solve the war over a football match. For one day, humanity shined. Yes, the peace would end at sunup that morning, but nothing could stop the fact that it happened.
And because it happened I am left to believe that there is always some good in this world. We all have our Christmas truces, whether they happen on the 25th of December or any other day on the calendar. It's just our wish that they'll last longer than a day, longer that a week, longer than a month--till maybe, just maybe, our truce becomes our peace.