When snow fell in the Ardens
On the day of December 25th, 1944
Both Germans and Americans
Decided to put an end to the war
For that brief moment in time
The war was over, peace was riding high
Enemies were friends, sharing stories and rhyme
They could look up together and cherish the blue sky
But then their commanders ordered the killing back on
Before retreating to the rear to drive their men forth
Some must have wondered, and were not wrong,
"What's different between today and the 24th?"
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