Silent Night

Christmas in the trenches,


Barbed wire moon frosted and

We could hear them singing

(Grandad told me)

So we give them a cheer

And then it was

‘Eh Tommy, let’s meet in the middle:

Well finally we did,

Climbed up over the top,

Took it slow just in case,

Hands shaking

As we took their chocolate,

Dished out our fags,

Showed each other photographs

And do you know we parted as mates

Which is why they made truces

A shooting offence




Kevin McCann

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