Christmas Eve
It is now Christmas Eve, 1940. Snow has fallen heavily about starting mid day and stretching into the night. Everyone actually seems to be in lighter moods than usual. Some can hear stories being told of a Christmas truce in 1914, during the first great war, when both sides laid down their weapons on Christmas and ate together on the battle field. No one is certain if it is true or not, but the city of Paris seems to be breathing a sigh of relief. If only for a few hours.