Diary of Alfred Burton Welch

Saturday 12-24-98

A small box came from Miss Son. Half of regiment yet in trenches. Worked on plat all day. Sergt Burtt and I took walk in eve. These people know how to decorate. The poorest hut has bright candles and lanterns and flowers. All in gala attire for its Noces Pascual. Sung in front, to bath & bed at midnight –as the bells over the city were chiming and midnight mass was getting sung in the Convent close by.