To the piano player she said hoarsely, " Can you imagine, Joseph, soup on Christmas Eve? " He pointed to his empty tipping plate. The young sailor finished his meal and got up to leave.
A powerful and delicious smell of cooking pervaded the corridors, and by Christmas Eve, it had grown so strong that even Scabbers poked his nose out of the shelter of Ron's pocket to sniff hopefully at the air.
On Christmas Eve of 1914, a young British officer named Charles Brewer heard something that he had never heard before on the battlefield – a Christmas song.