The day was nippy,
Many had died
All men were scarred from in to outside
It was the day before the Christmas, 1914
When a peculiar action from both sides was seen
All men put down there arms
And from this a treaty of sorts emerged
They all observed this holy day
And for a small time their feuds
On the floor they lay
They sang,
Two languages as one
But sadly
As their spirits rose,
So did the sun
The treaty had ended
The ceasefire was shot
But I know for sure,
It wasn't all for not.
It proved that all men,
No matter race, size, or creed
All have the ability to ignore their inner greed
And, bring about peace
To the world that we all share
Because everyone,
Everywhere,
Has the ability to care.