Can you imagine an eerie silence enveloping battlefields on a frigid Christmas Eve, broken only by the soft glow of candlelight along enemy lines? Picture shared laughter, camaraderie and a fleeting truce sparked by a simple soccer ball. Welcome to our season 4 premiere where we step back into the trenches of WWI and recount the extraordinary Christmas Truce of 1914. Prepare to be transported to a time when British and German soldiers put aside their weapons to exchange gifts, sing carols, and celebrate Christmas in an event that has become an enduring symbol of shared humanity.
From first-hand accounts, newspaper reports, and personal letters, we'll paint a vivid picture of this unique moment in history. We'll walk you through the silent night when the usual sounds of war were replaced by an unexpected calm, and explore the haunting stories that linger, reminding us of the cost of war and the value of peace. As we unravel the complex tapestry of fact and fable surrounding the Christmas truce, we’ll invite you to ponder the profound impact this event has had on literature, film, and song.
As we wrap up our premiere, we dive into the powerful connection formed between soldiers of both sides during this brief respite. This shared understanding, this kinship amidst adversity, is a stark reminder of our shared humanity that persists even in the darkest hours. This season, we hope to challenge you to empathize with one another as we move forward into an uncertain future, and to remember the Christmas Truce of 1914, a symbol of peace, fellowship, and the resilience of the human spirit.
Can you imagine an eerie silence enveloping battlefields on a frigid Christmas Eve, broken only by the soft glow of candlelight along enemy lines? Picture shared laughter, camaraderie and a fleeting truce sparked by a simple soccer ball. Welcome to our season 4 premiere where we step back into the trenches of WWI and recount the extraordinary Christmas Truce of 1914. Prepare to be transported to a time when British and German soldiers put aside their weapons to exchange gifts, sing carols, and celebrate Christmas in an event that has become an enduring symbol of shared humanity.
From first-hand accounts, newspaper reports, and personal letters, we'll paint a vivid picture of this unique moment in history. We'll walk you through the silent night when the usual sounds of war were replaced by an unexpected calm, and explore the haunting stories that linger, reminding us of the cost of war and the value of peace. As we unravel the complex tapestry of fact and fable surrounding the Christmas truce, we’ll invite you to ponder the profound impact this event has had on literature, film, and song.
As we wrap up our premiere, we dive into the powerful connection formed between soldiers of both sides during this brief respite. This shared understanding, this kinship amidst adversity, is a stark reminder of our shared humanity that persists even in the darkest hours. This season, we hope to challenge you to empathize with one another as we move forward into an uncertain future, and to remember the Christmas Truce of 1914, a symbol of peace, fellowship, and the resilience of the human spirit.
This episode includes audio recreations of World War I and the use of gunfire. This content is intended for mature listeners and discretion is extremely advised.
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I remember the silence, the eerie sound of silence. Only the guards were on duty. We all went outside the farm buildings and just stood listening. All I'd heard for two months in the trenches was the hissing, cracking and whining of bullets in flight, machine gun fire and distant German voices. But there was a dead silence that morning. Right across the land, as far as you could see, we shouted Merry Christmas even though nobody felt merry. The silence ended early in the afternoon and the killing started again. It was a short piece in a terrible war.
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In the winter of 1914, the world was tearing itself apart, but amidst the cacophony of war on the western front, a silence fell on Christmas Eve, a silence so profound it echoed through the years as a ghostly reminder of peace in the heart of darkness, they say. When the guns fell silent, the walls of the trenches could almost talk, whispering stories of the men who dared to step into no man's land, where the shadow of death gave way to the light of human kinship. This is the tale of the Christmas truce, a moment when spirits soared above the fray and perhaps some never returned to the earth below. Join us as we journey back to that fateful Christmas and unearth the ghostly legends entwined with history. Welcome to when Walls Can Talk, the podcast season 4. I'm Jeremy Haig, your guide through the past's most haunting mysteries. Tonight we delve into the spectral heart of the Great War. This is Silent Night, ghostly Light. The Christmas truce of 1914. The End.
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Throughout the ages, man has repeated the same earnest, saying more of a question, really, or perhaps even a plea If these walls could talk. But what if they do, and always have? Perhaps their stories, memories and messages are all around us. If only we would take the moment to listen. On this podcast, we reinvestigate legends and tales of the past and allow the echoes of their lessons to live on once again, informing us, educating us and sharing new and unique insight into the inner workings of the paranormal and spiritual world. Will you dare to listen? This is when Walls Can Talk the podcast.
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As the year 1914 dawned, the world was poised on the edge of transformation. The industrial revolution had reshaped society, creating vast empires fueled by innovation and ambition. Yet beneath the veneer of progress, a complex web of alliances and rivalries threatened to unravel the fragile peace. Nationalistic fervor swept across continents as great powers vied for dominance, their desires entangled in a precarious balance of power. The spark that set the world aflame was struck in Sarajevo. The assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand by a nationalist seeking to end Austro-Hungarian rule over Serbia sent shockwaves through the corridors of power. The gears of diplomacy ground to a halt as ultimatums were delivered and alliances invoked. The great powers, bound by treaties and honour, mobilized for war. The globe was ensnared in a conflict that would redraw maps and redefine modern warfare. The promise of a swift and decisive campaign was soon shattered against the reality of trench warfare. The romanticism of battle gave way to industrial slaughter. Fields, once ripe with crops, became wastelands of barbed wire and mud. Young men traded the plow for rifles, their dreams of heroism buried in the trenches.
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As the first Christmas of the war approached, a weary calm settled over the front lines. The men who had eagerly enlisted, believing the war would be a brief adventure, found themselves longing for home and the comfort family. Instead, they faced a holiday season in the cold embrace of the trenches, a far cry from the warmth of a hearth and the joy of festive cheer. Back home, families gathered around radios, clinging to the voices that connected them to loved ones. At the front, the war, which was to be over by Christmas, dragged on. The festive season approached with heavy hearts as prayers for peace went seemingly unanswered. But on Christmas Eve, 1914, something extraordinary happened. On this night, humanity's enduring spirit flickered through the darkness of war and a glimmer of hope pierced the winter sky. Here, in the cold, muddy trenches, young men huddled against the frost, their breath visible in the frigid air. Here, a story of peace and camaraderie was about to unfold as the first light of Christmas Eve graced the sky, the western front lay entrenched in the cold grip of winter and war.
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In the sector near Ypres-Belgium, a place scarred by the recent fury of battle, soldiers on both sides steeled themselves for another day under the shadow of death. The British expeditionary force faced the German Imperial Army across the ravaged expanse known as no Man's Land. The earth between them was a morass of mud and blood, the ground cratered by the relentless exchange of artillery. Trenches zigzagged like scars across the landscape, a symbol of the brutal stalemate that characterized this war of attrition. The men on either side were weary from the relentless cold and constant vigilance. The recent memory of the first battle of Ypres hung heavy in the air, where thousands had fallen in a desperate contest over mere yards of ruin. The relentless rain that had plagued the trenches for weeks ceased, replaced by a gentle snowfall cloaking the scarred landscape in a deceptive peace. British Private Albert Moran would later recall the night's beauty, a stark contrast to the days spent fighting.
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It was a beautiful, moonlit night, frost on the ground and white almost everywhere. And there were those lights. I don't know what they were. I shall never forget it. It was one of the highlights of my life.
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The usual cacophony of war gave way to a profound silence. It seemed to carry the weight of their collective longing for home. A lull had settled over the battlefield. British soldiers, alert for any German ploy, watched in weary astonishment as tiny flickers of light appeared along the German parapet. It was an unusual sight candles punctuating the twilight casting a gentle glow over the rough-hewn trenches. The soft melody of Stiele Nacht rose from the German lines. The notes, soft but clear, for a moment time seemed suspended.
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The British troops, entrenched in their own bastions of earth near Messien's Ridge, listened as the carol, familiar yet foreign, bridged the desolation between them. Rifles and artillery, the instruments of war fell silent, yielding to the carols that spoke of goodwill and peace. An unwritten truce, born from a shared human spirit, began to take hold. Tentatively, voices from the British trenches joined in the song, melding into silent night, transcending language and enmity. The haunting harmony seemed to weave a spell over no man's land, a spell of peace amidst the cacophony of war.
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Tentatively, men from both sides emerged from their dugouts, their eyes meeting across the barren expanse that divided them. A German voice called out in accented English, offering a Christmas greeting, and a British soldier responded. The gap of no man's land, once filled with the whizz of bullets, was now a bridge connecting two warring factions in a moment of shared humanity. What transpired next would be recounted in letters home and whispered in the annals of history. Enemies ventured into the open hands extended not with weapons, but with gifts of tobacco, chocolates and buttons. They shared photos of loved ones, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of lanternlight, feeling not the faces of foes but of fellow men, all caught in the web of an unfathomable war.
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I wouldn't have missed that unique and weird Christmas day for anything. I spotted a German officer some sort of lieutenant, I should think and, being a bit of a collector, I intimated to him that I had taken a fancy to some of his buttons. I brought out my wire clippers and, with a few deft snips, removed a couple of his buttons and put them in my pocket. I then gave him two of mine in exchange. The last I saw was one of my machine gunners, who was a bit of an amateur hairdresser in civil life, cutting the unnaturally long hair of a docile Bosch who was patiently kneeling on the ground whilst the automatic clippers crept up the back of his neck.
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As the evening wore on, the Christmas spirit seemed to suspend reality, blurring the lines between friend and foe, life and death, the earthly and the ethereal. For one night, the spirits of men soared in the camaraderie and fellowship of the season and the resilience of hope in the darkest of times. British rifleman Jay Reading would later pen in a letter to his wife the surreal nature of the encounter.
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The Germans started singing and shouting, all in good English. Are you the rifle brigade? Have you a spare bottle? If so, we will come halfway and you come the other half.
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In the dimming light of the winter's day, between the skeletal remains of shattered trees and the pockmarked earth, a congregation like no other. British Tommies and German soldiers, adorned in their respective wolves and greys, met their breath forming clouds in the cold air, their hands cautiously outstretched, they stood barely believing the truth of their reality. As they shook hands with men they had been aiming at only hours before, they exchanged gifts with an almost childlike glee tins of bully beef for packets of cigarettes, buttons for badges and heartfelt wishes for Frøy Weihnachten and Merry Christmas. The language barrier dissolved under the universal language of goodwill, the shared misery of the trenches forging an instant bond. No Man's Land, so named for its power to claim lives unbidden, was transformed, if only for a moment, into a meeting ground, the chasm of war bridged by the pure, poignant desire for human connection, a fleeting fraternity. In the cold embrace of Christmas 1914, amidst the war-torn fields of no Man's Land, a simple soccer ball sparked an extraordinary moment. Ernie Williams, a British soldier, recalled in later years how the game began.
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The ball appeared from somewhere. They made up some goals and one fellow went and go. Then it was just a general kick about.
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He reminisced about the two hundred or so soldiers who joined in their laughter, piercing the icy air On the German side. Lieutenant Kurt Zeimisch of the 134th Saxons Infantry, a schoolteacher fluent in English and German, chronicled a similar scene in his diary Discovered decades later in an attic near Leipzig. His words, penned in an archaic form of shorthand, captured the surreal nature of the moment. Eventually, the English brought a soccer ball from their trenches and pretty soon a lively game ensued. He wrote how marvelously wonderful, yet how strange it was. He reflected on the shared sentiment among the English officers how Christmas, the celebration of love, transformed enemies into friends, if only briefly. As the echoes of the Christmas truce of 1914 spread beyond the trenches, the world began to learn of this remarkable ceasefire through fragmented tales and letters from the front. Certainly the most extraordinary celebration of Christmas any of us will ever experience, wrote a soldier in a letter published in the Irish Times. He spoke of joint gatherings around the bodies of the fallen, where English and German soldiers stood shoulder to shoulder in a somber camaraderie. While the scale of participation remains a subject of debate, with estimates suggesting up to a hundred thousand soldiers may have taken part, the impact of these moments of peace was profound and far-reaching.
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Initially there was a delay in reporting, but eventually the New York Times, published in neutral United States, broke the silence on December 31st. The British press quickly followed, sharing first-hand accounts and editorials that spoke of one of the greatest surprises of a surprising war. By January 1915, photographs of British and German troops mingling in no man's land graced the front pages of the mirror and sketch, capturing the world's imagination. The reporting, overwhelmingly positive, lamented the return to hostilities, highlighting the absurdity and tragedy of the war's resumption. In Germany, the press coverage was more restrained and in France strict censorship meant that only soldiers' first-hand accounts or stories from wounded men in hospitals brought word of the truce. The Italian press, while less focused on the truce due to other significant events, did report on the fraternization and the football matches played in no man's land.
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The Christmas truce, while initially shrouded in censorship and skepticism, emerged as a poignant symbol of the shared humanity that persisted even in the darkest hours of conflict. It was a story that transcended borders, reminding the world that even in war there are moments of peace and fellowship that defy the bounds of enmity. In the shadow of the Christmas truce, there were moments that starkly reminded those involved of the war's grim reality. One such account is of Private Percy Huggins, a British soldier whose life was abruptly ended by a sniper's bullet while he was in no man's land. This tragic incident, which led to further casualties in a bid for retribution, underscored the fragile nature of the truce.
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Amidst these fleeting moments of peace across the Western Front, there were dissenting voices, notably a young German soldier, 25 at the time, who expressed disdain for the fraternization, questioning his comrades' sense of honour. This soldier was Adolf Hitler. Such sentiment mirrored the broader disapproval for military high command. In fact, the leadership on all sides was reportedly dismayed by the truce. Pope Benedict V's plea for a Christmas ceasefire, made in early December 1914, had been officially ignored. British General Sir Horace Smith Dorian expressed his concern in a confidential memorandum. He saw the truce as a sign of a dangerous lethargy creeping into his ranks. As a result, some accounts suggest that soldiers were reprimanded for their involvement and strict orders were issued to prevent any reoccurrence of such fraternization. Indeed for the remainder of World War I, a conflict that would claim approximately 15 million lives, no later Christmas truces were recorded.
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Yet, despite its complexities and the contrasting views it generated, the 1914 Christmas truce left an indelible mark. It became a symbol, immortalized in art, television, music and advertisements, a poignant reminder that the forces engaged in battle were, at their core, human beings with a shared longing for peace. What stands out most today, however, are the memories of the soldiers themselves, presented in their own penmanship. One rifleman of Britain's third rifle brigade recounted a German soldier saying Today we have peace. Tomorrow you fight for your country, I fight for mine. Good luck.
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As dusk descended upon the battlefields, marking the end of an unprecedented truce, the German soldiers retreated back to their trenches. The fleeting moment of camaraderie and peace was coming to a close. Across the desolate expanse of no Man's Land, the strains of old Langzein rose in the air, appoignant hymns sung by voices from both sides echoing through the cold winter's night. But this moment of peace was ephemeral. Only hours later, the stark reality of war returned. The thunderous barrage of artillery resumed, shattering the silence and marking the end of an extraordinary yet brief respite from the horrors of war.
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The Christmas truce of 1914, a brief interlude of humanity amidst the chaos, would linger in the hearts and minds of those who experienced it, a haunting reminder of what could be, even in the darkest of times. This truce remains etched in history not merely as an event, but as an apparition of peace that visited the bloodied fields of the Great War. While the annals of that Christmas do not whisper of ghosts in the sense that we have typically experienced here on this podcast, they do resound with something equally haunting the specters of humanity that arose from the trenches depths. It was in the retelling of these moments where we glimpse the otherworldly. Perhaps it is the improbability, the sheer unlikelihood of the truce that casts a spectral sheen over it.
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The very ground which had consumed so many lives became, for a day, hallowed rather than haunted. The men who met as brothers in no man's land were the living phantoms of a world not riven by shells and shrapnel but by shared songs and stories. The echoes of those voices, carried forth by veterans and their letters, have long since faded into silence. Yet the legacy endures, haunting us with its message of peace a ghost story in reverse, where the specters bring not fear but a reminder of the enduring spirit of fraternity that war could not extinguish. For those who stand today on the grounds of Ypres, there is a hush reverence. Some speak of a palpable presence, a sense of the soldier's spirit still lingering, their youthful exuberance and hope, suspended in the crisp winter air In the halls of ghostly lore. Places are often said to be haunted by tragedy and sorrow. Yet here, amidst the echoes of the past, it is a moment of joy, of shared humanity that haunts us. The Christmas truce haunts not with a tale of unrest, but with the profound peace it bestowed upon a war-weary world, a wistful haunt, a whisper of what was and what might have been.
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The Christmas truce of 1914 is a poignant anomaly, a moment of shared humanity against the sprawling canvas of one of history's bloodiest conflicts. This brief ceasefire, a respite from the ravages of war, throws into sharp relief the vast scale of World War I's devastation. By the war's end, it had engulfed over 30 countries and reshaped the globe. The numbers speak to a staggering loss more than 16 million dead, including civilians and military personnel, with another 21 million wounded. Entire generations in towns and villages across Europe were hallowed out by the conflict. This war, touted as the war to end all wars, was a harbinger of a new, more terrible form of combat. The technological advancements of the Industrial Revolution, once celebrated as triumphs of human ingenuity, were repurposed for destruction. Machine guns, poison gas, tanks and aircraft turned battlefields into abattoirs. Yet in the darkest depths of human conflict, the Christmas truce shines like a beacon. It underscores a profound paradox the same species capable of such unspeakable carnage also possesses the innate capability for compassion, for brotherhood, for peace. It is this duality that haunts us, the light and shadow of our nature forever intertwined. As the men of the truce returned to their trenches, the war resumed its relentless pace, the gunfire returned and the Christmas spirit was subsumed once more by the thunder of artillery. But the memory of that truce, the possibility it represented, endured beyond the armistice, beyond the treaties and into the halls of time.
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Over a century has passed since the soldiers of the Great War laid down their arms in an unofficial truce, that Christmas of 1914. The story of their camaraderie amidst conflict has transcended time, emerging as a potent symbol of peace and the resilience of the human spirit. It has been immortalized in literature, film and song, each retelling adding layers to its legend. It has been mythologized not merely as an event but as a parable, a testament to the notion that even in the darkest corners of human experience, there exists a light that no shadow can wholly extinguish. Memorials stand today in the very places where enemies briefly became friends. They are visited by those who come to pay homage, to reflect on the lessons of the past and to hope for a future where such moments of peace are not so rare. And then there are the ghost stories, the kind that aren't about hauntings or horror, but about the haunting power of memory. These are the tales of soldiers' spirits, perhaps not bound to the fields of Flanders or the forests of Artois, but instead woven into the fabric of the collective consciousness, urging us to remember, to reflect, to never forget the cost of war and the value of peace.
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The legacy of the Christmas truce is a complex tapestry, threads of fact and fable intertwined. As with all legends, it carries with it the burden and the beauty of interpretation. What remains indisputable is its emotive power, its ability to inspire and to challenge us to consider the capacity for empathy and understanding that lies at the heart of humanity as we move forward into our own uncertain future. The ghost stories of the Christmas truce serve not to frighten but to enlighten, to act as ethereal reminders of a moment when the better angels of our nature prevailed, if only briefly, over the specter of conflict. In the stillness of that Christmas Eve where the cold stars watched over a war-ravaged Europe, something truly extraordinary had happened, an event that today might seem as ethereal and elusive as a ghost story, but one that was deeply human, profoundly real. It was a moment when the walls between enemies fell away and, for a brief, beautiful pause, the world was reminded of its shared humanity. So why does this matter to us now, in a time where conflict still lingers on distant horizons and division often sits heavy in our hearts, the Christmas truce is a spectral hand reaching out, urging us to remember our capacity for kinship amidst adversity. It's in the silence, between the notes of our shared history, that we often find the most profound truths about ourselves.
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As host of when Walls Can Talk, I've delved into shadows where paranormal mysteries and dark histories collide, seeking the stories that linger like spirits in the corners of our collective memory. This tale, while devoid of the apparitions and hauntings that fill our catalogue, is perhaps the most haunting of all. As we usher in the fourth season of our show, this narrative sets the stage for a series of tales that, while rooted in the past, speak volumes to our present. It reminds us that the most compelling ghost stories aren't always about the spirits that haunt us, but the spirits we carry within us the memories, the moments and the quiet acts of defiance against the darkness. These stories compel us to ponder the larger concepts that play in our lives, the unseen threads that connect us across time and battlefields, the shared experiences that define and sometimes defy our nature.
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As we step into the holiday season, a time of reflection and unity, let this story be a lantern in the night, guiding us towards understanding and compassion. Let us consider how, even in the throes of the Great War, a simple act of ceasefire could light a candle of hope that continues to flicker undiminished by the years. Charles Dickens, in his timeless tale A Christmas Carol, wrote I will honor Christmas in my heart and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the past, the present and the future. The spirits of all three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach. This sentiment captures the essence of what we strive for in when walls can talk. We seek to create a space where we learn from both our past, embrace our present and aspire for a future informed by the wisdom of both.
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What can we take from the Christmas truce? Perhaps it is the understanding that our world, our societies and the specters of our histories are not just shaped by the conflicts that divide us, but also by the truces that unite us. As we look forward to the tales that are to come this season, tales of wonder and woe, of phantoms and philosophies, let us hold on to the legacy of the Christmas truce, for it is in these stories, in the paradox of their telling, that we find the truest reflections of ourselves. And so, as the walls between past and present grow thin, we listen for the whispers of those long gone soldiers, and we remember, because, in the end, isn't that what our ghosts truly are Memories begging not to be forgotten, pleading with us to listen, to learn and to let their echoes guide us towards a better, more understanding world.
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I'm Jeremy Haig, your host, and this has been our Season 4 premiere of when Walls Can Talk, the podcast. Thank you for joining me on this journey into the heart of our shared history, a truly important philosophy behind every episode that we create here on the podcast. While this story may not have directly reflected murders, true crime and ghost stories that we've covered in the past, we will return to those, but today I present this episode to you as a charge, a challenge for this holiday season. Until next time, may the stories of old illuminate your path and inspire you to keep the spirit of understanding alive all year round. I'm Jeremy Haig, and this is when Walls Can Talk.
