I love reading stories about how during world war II, all war would stop on Christmas between each camp on the field, and they would hear each other singing from across the way. There was also a respect amongst the men and some would even share drinks on that night.
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I prefer the George Washington story where he crossed the river and kicked their fucking asses.
Too bad there's no Conan Christmas story where he killed them all, drove them before him, and listened to the lamentations of their vimmin.