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- That darn leg of yours
wasn't fit for fighting.

They shouldn't have
asked you to go.

You know, I don't think there's
one young man left alive

in this entire country.

And now they want
the old ones, too?

I know your pride
wouldn't let you stay,

but nothing could be worth this.

Grandpa?

Grandpa!

Grandpa!

Grandpa, listen to my
song and come home to me.

Grandpa.

Come home to me.

Who's there?

I have a pistol! Stand back now!

All right.

All right. I'm stepping back.

I heard you singing, ma'am.
I don't mean you any harm.

- You're a Yankee.

- Yes, ma'am.

- You're hurt?

- And cold.

And hungry.

- If they find you out
here, they'll hang you.

Well...

It is Christmas Eve.

Season of love.

- Yeah.

- You best come on in.

Good Lord.

- Jingle bells.

- An old friend gave it
to me a long time ago.

You know, if you
would've slept outside,

with no fire and no shelter,

you would've died.

Grandpa can't be cross with me
for doing my Christian duty.

Even if you are a Yankee.

I just hope I don't
fix you all on up,

only to have him
kill you right away.

Rebel or Yankee, we're
all the Lord's children.

Sorry.

My grandpa taught me
that before the war and

I suppose nothing
will change that.

Sorry.

All right. All done.

Go get some rest now.

Always have.

- You're awake!

What did you say? I
couldn't quite hear you.

- It's not important.

- Well, at any rate, when's
the last time you ate?

You must be half
starving by now.

Well, I don't have
any flour for bread,

but I do have some
vegetables still.

And I shot a hare today,
so I hope stew's okay.

You sure I haven't
died and gone to heaven?

- When you've been stuffed
inside these four walls

for as long as I have,

never knowing what
dangers are outside,

never knowing when your loved
ones are gonna come home,

well, that doesn't sound
like heaven to me at all.

How many men have
you killed, mister...

- Beam.

You know, they never
quite felt like the enemy.

I met a few.

Talked to 'em over the
picket line at night.

Fought in the morning.

- How many?

- I don't know.

I have hit a few. I know that.

Can't say if they lived or died.

Other times, I stood in a line
with my company and fired.

Men on the other side dropped.

I can't say if it
was from my bullet.

- Your bayonet has blood on it.

- Yes, ma'am.

Well, I suppose
you didn't have a choice.

- No.

- Is that when you were wounded?

- He shot me in the shoulder.

Did he die?

- Yes.

Slowly. But he wasn't a bad man.

- Neither are you.

He was doing his duty
and you did yours.

Still, it is sad.

Come. Let's say a
prayer together.

One more, before we eat?

- Dear Heavenly Father, deliver
thou servant from all evil,

and free him from every bond.

Grant him entrance
into the land of peace

in fellowship with our saints.

May he rest in peace.

In Jesus' name, we pray.

Amen.

- Amen.

You'll have to
tell me how it is.

My mother taught me how
to cook with spices,

but I haven't had any in months.

- It is absolutely delicious.

You know, it reminds me of home.

When food was easy to come
by and I was never cold.

- Is your family Irish as well?

- English. Born and bred.

And Protestant, to boot.

- Yeah. I heard your prayer.

Hope you
won't hold it against me.

- You're a Yankee
dog, aren't you?

I didn't hold that against you.

Irish Catholic?

- Aye. Just like me daddy and
me great granddaddy before me.

- Hey, what was that?

What?

- That noise, up on the
housetop. It sounded like steps.

- Steps?

Up on the housetop?

- Oh, my goodness.

Would you like more stew?

- Oh, no, I couldn't.

I wouldn't want to eat
you out of house and home.

- Oh, you must. I insist.

You must have at least three
bowls before you leave.

Well, then
I shall eat slowly.

- I must admit.

This Christmas hasn't
been so cheery.

Well...

With my mother gone and
I never met my father,

and Grandpa off at war...

Well, I did get Mother's
Christmas decorations all out,

but I just couldn't bring
myself to put them up.

But now I think I will.

- Thank you

See?

Much better.

It's beautiful.

- Well, I have to
thank you Mr. Beam.

You have cheered me up.

- Well, no! It is I who
should be thanking you.

Wait.

These decorations are
not complete, yet.

I think I saw a saw outside.

Would you like
a cup of coffee, Mr. Beam?

- That would be nice. Thank you.

- Oh, how I long for the
happy Christmases of my youth.

My whole family used to be here.

- I remember them well.

With my own family, of course.

Do you happen to remember
when you were young,

waiting for Santa Claus?

Oh. yes. I was
bursting with excitement.

I'd rush down to the fireplace

to see what old St. Nick
had left in my stocking.

- Ladies, and gentlemen.

"A Visit From St. Nicholas",
by Clement C. Moore.

"'Twas the night
before Christmas,

when all through the house,

not a creature was
stirring, not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung
by the chimney with care,

in hopes that St. Nicholas
soon would be there.

The children were nestled
all snug in their beds,

while visions of sugar-plums
danced in their heads.

And mamma in her
'kerchief, and I in my cap,

had just settled our brains
for a long winter's nap.

When out on the lawn,
there arose such a clatter.

I sprang from my bed to
see what was the matter.

Away to the window,
I flew like a flash.

Tore open the shutters
and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast
of the new-fallen snow

gave a luster of midday
to objects below.

When what to my wondering
eye should appear

but a miniature sleigh
and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver,
so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment,
it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles,
his coursers, they came,

and he whistled and shouted,
and called them by name.

'Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer!

Now, Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on, Cupid!

On, Donder and Blitzen!

To the top of the porch.
To the top of the wall.

Now, dash away. Dash away.

Dash away, all.'

As dry leaves that before
the wild hurricane fly,

when they meet with an
obstacle, mount to the sky.

So up to the housetop,
the coursers, they flew,

with the sleigh full of
toys, and St. Nicholas, too.

And then, in a twinkling,
I heard on the roof

the prancing and pawing
of each little hoof.

As I drew in my head
and was turning around,

down the chimney, St.
Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur,
from his head to his foot,

and his clothes were all
tarnished with ashes and soot.

A bundle of toys he
had flung on his back,

and he looked like a peddler
just opening his pack.

His eyes.

How they twinkled.

His dimples, how merry.

His cheeks were like roses,
his nose like a cherry.

His droll little mouth
was drawn up like a bow,

and the beard on his chin

was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe, he
held tight in his teeth,

and the smoke, it encircled
his head like a wreath.

He had a broad face and
a little round belly

that shook when he laughed,
like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump,
a right jolly old elf,

and I laughed when I saw
him, in spite of myself.

A wink of his eye and
a twist of his head

soon gave me to know I
had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, went
straight to his work,

filled up the stockings and
then turned with a jerk.

Then laying his finger aside
of his nose, and giving a nod,

up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, and
to his team gave a whistle,

and away they all flew
like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim,
'ere he drove out of sight.

'Happy Christmas to all,
and to all a good night.'"

You know, I think
your clock is broken.

- I know. It was my mother's.

My mother, she
always used to put

two little figurines
under the Christmas tree,

like they were getting
married on Christmas Day

- Like we could.

Maybe this time next year?

- Don't tease me, Mr. Beam.

Oh, no, I
wouldn't tease about that.

I think you are the most
beautiful girl I have ever seen.

- Thank you.

I truly have had a magical time.

But my heart belongs to another.

A boy I knew long ago.

He'll return for me, one day.

I know he will.

- He's a very lucky man.

- Well, Mr. Beam,
you have been fed,

I have cleaned your wounds,

and my grandfather is probably
on the long road home by now.

Lord knows what he'd do if he
found a Yankee in his house.

- Aura-Lee, there is
something that I need to-

- No.

Please, Mr. Beam.

For your own safety,
you have to go.

But you will always
be in my prayers.

- Just one more song.

Please? A quiet one.

For me to remember in the
days and the months ahead.

- Is something
troubling you, Mr. Beam?

- Yes.

- What is it?

You can tell me.

- Aura-Lee?

Your grandfather is not
coming home tonight.

- Sure he is!

I received a message
not only a week ago.

He and his company received
a pass for Christmas Day.

- Aura-Lee, your grandfather...

Your grandfather died
on the road, today.

- What?

- No.

No, how could you know?
- He was wounded badly and...

I did what I could
to comfort him.

I built him a fire
to lay next to.

- No.

- I gave him my
jacket as a pillow.

I did everything I could, but
his wounds were just too...

- I don't believe it.

- We spoke for hours.

He asked me for a pencil and a
paper and he wrote this poem.

Making his peace with God.

Lord God,
I've never spoken to you,

but now I want to
say, "How do you do?"

You see, God, they told
me you didn't exist,

and like a fool, I
believed all of this.

Last night from a shell
hole, I saw your sky.

I figured right then they
were telling me a lie.

Had I taken time to see
the things you made,

I'd have known they weren't
calling a spade a spade.

I wonder, God, if
you'll take my hand.

Somehow, I feel that
you'll understand.

Funny how I had to come
to this hellish place

before I had time
to see your face.

Well, I guess there
isn't much more to say,

but I'm sure glad,
God, I met you today.

I guess the zero hour
will soon be here,

but I'm not afraid,
since I know you're near.

Well, God, I have to go.

I like you lots. This
I want you to know.

Look, now this will
be a horrible fight.

Who knows? I may come
to your house tonight.

Though I wasn't
friendly to you before,

I wonder, God, if you'd
wait at your door.

Look, I'm crying.
Me, shedding tears.

I wish I had known
you these many years.

Well, I have to go
now, God. Goodbye.

Strange now, since I met you,

I'm not afraid to die.

- He always was a poet.

You won't be coming
home tonight, Grandpa.

Not ever again.

Thank you for taking care
of him in his final hours.

Please, sir.

Before the night is over.

Please tell me a little more.

- You don't need to hear
the gory details, ma'am.

- I'm begging you.

- He was stabbed in the
stomach, with a bayonet.

That kind of wound,
you don't recover,

and you don't die quickly.

His last words were of you.

He longed to see you stride
down a wedding aisle,

wearing your mother's dress.

The one your grandmother made?

- He had picked out
the perfect roses

to string across
my wedding path.

You know the ones that look
like your cheeks blush?

He even picked out
the perfect song, too.

What was it?

- You probably don't know it.

Then sing it to me

Grandpa Charlie always
loved the forest,

and he was terrified
of the doctor.

I'm at least glad he
got to die outside,

under God's big sky.

- I buried him under
a big ol' oak tree.

It was a beautiful place.

Even amongst all this...

Ugliness.

I sang a song and said
a prayer over his grave,

before traveling on.

- Thank you, Mr. Beam.

Thank you for being so kind
to him in his final hours.

I...

I wonder if you'll
sing that song for me?

The one that you
sang to my grandpa.

It'll make me feel like
I was almost there.

- Thank you.

Now, could you help
me with this bench?

Where are you from, Mr. Beam?

- Here. West
Virginia, same as you.

- So many men from
West Virginia.

Seems like half are
fighting for the South

and the others for the North.

Kinda just seems like
we're fighting each other.

Yes.

Yes, it does.

- Why did you put on
the Yankee uniform?

I mean, I never
thought to ask Grandpa

why he was fighting
for the Confederacy.

I just asked him
to come home safe.

- West Virginia's brand new.

It's barely even a
state.

Most of us consider
ourselves residents

of where we came from.

- Grandpa joined the
Virginia volunteers.

He grew up not even 10
miles south of here.

- My family has
always fought slavery.

- But how do you
operate your farm?

- We pay our workers.

In turn, they rent
their lodgings from us

and pay us for the
food we provide.

That doesn't
seem any different.

No. I suppose not.

But they're free to come
and go, as they please,

and no one will ever be whipped.

- I did see a whipping, once.

I was on a trip,
deep in the South.

It was awful.

I'm sure it was.

- We had a family of
Negroes when I was younger.

I mean, Grandpa told me
to always treat them well,

and be nice to them, but to
remember that they are property.

I'm sure he
meant well by that.

But I don't really
think that that's-

- You Yankees just
think he's an awful person.

- No!

No.

I think he grew up in
a different time and

at a different place.

- And all this is
worth it to you?

All the killing?

All the fighting?

- Well, it is most regrettable.

- Nobody would fight for
us. We're just poor Irish.

- I would.

- Well, you're a
good man, Mr. Beam.

Do you really think they'd
be happier working for you,

than working as slaves
on a plantation?

- They have their freedom now.

They can learn to
read and write.

They are free to
better themselves,

and choose their own destiny.

Same as almost any other man.

- Not the same as any woman.

- Well, now you're
just being silly.

- Forgive me, sir,
for I'm only a woman.

Would you mind if I
sing another song?

It was my mother's
favorite Christmas song.

My grandpa loved to
listen to her sing it.

- Please do.

You may sleep on the floor by
the fire tonight, Mr. Beam.

I wish you safe
travels in the morning.

- You sing as beautifully
as your mother.

Aura-Lee, there is more
that I need to tell you.

In the battle, I became
separated from my company.

I wandered the
woods for some time,

and then I came upon
the trail to your cabin.

It's like an angel
was guiding me,

and for the first time in my
life, I was on the right path.

And then I felt it.

Pain in my shoulder
that you cannot imagine.

The bullet went
straight through.

I turned. The man who shot
me was busy reloading.

So, I charged him and I...

I stabbed him with my bayonet.

What
are you saying to me?

- I had no choice.

- Douglas?

Douglas.

I'm sorry.
- It's okay.

- No!
- It's okay.

- I can't move.

- You killed my grandfather?

- I never wanted this,
Aura-Lee. It's this war.

- You monster.

No. No,
he was doing his duty.

I was doing mine. You
said so, yourself!

- I fed you!

I cleaned your wound!

I sat here and I sang
Christmas songs with you!

Aura-Lee, I'm sorry!

- I should've shot you, the
moment you knocked on my door!

Leave! Get out!

- I'm so sorry.
- Get out this instant!

- I never wanted to hurt him!

I never would've
wanted to hurt Charlie!

I loved that man like
I loved my own grandpa!

- How could you love a
Rebel you've never even met?

- Aura-Lee, my name
is Douglas Beam!

I have always loved you, and
when my family moved north,

I swore that I would
return for you one day!

No, no.

You are not the boy I loved.

- I'm sorry I hurt Charlie.

It was too late before we
recognized who we were.

I never wanted to hurt Charlie.

- No. Grandpa kept a diary.

You went trifling
through his pockets

and you learned
about Douglas' name,

so you could come
here and trick me!

- No.
- And then he was...

He was delirious
and he was dying.

- No! I chased you when
you were six and I was 11!

I chased you with frogs around
the pond. Do you remember?

- No.

- Yeah.

Yes.

And then years later, we tied
bells around Charlie's mule,

and we sang jingle bells
while he ran, and...

You kept one, and
you gave one to me.

Yours is still tied
around your neck.

- It can't be you.

When you turned
12, I kissed you by the lake.

It was your first kiss.

- My only kiss.

- I still love you, Aura-Lee.

- No.

I could never forgive
you for what you've done.

- Charlie wrote one more
letter, before he passed.

Please.

Please.

Just...

Just read it.

And then, then I will go.

My
dearest granddaughter.

I'm leaving this letter with

a good friend of ours,

Douglas Beam.

He has grown into a
strong, honorable man.

One of us had to die today,
so that one may live,

and I'm glad how it turned out.

I'm an old man.

We all have our times that come.

Well, Douglas has his
whole life in front of him.

He has been very kind
to me in my final hours,

and has always good boy.

I ask you do not hold
a grudge against him,

because I do not.

I wish for you to know that
I have always loved you.

But you're grown now and you
don't need your old granddad.

Douglas, he has professed
his love for you to me,

and I believe him.

So, if your love for
him still exists,

and his for you,

then know that you
have my permission.

My blessing.

I will soon be going off
to join your grandmother.

So, please, think of this
as a happy Christmas for me.

Love always.

Grandpa

Charlie.

- Douglas.

It really is you.

- Yes.

Just do one more
thing for me, okay?

And then I'll go.

The inside pocket of
my jacket is sewn shut.

Reach inside, rip it open
and see what you find there.

- You kept it.

After all these
years.

Right next to my heart.

- You really do love me.

- I always have.

- My grandpa's wish
for me was to be happy,

and he was right.

We must always think of today

as the happiest of Christmases.

For it's the day that the angels

have brought us together again.

I do believe you are right.

The angels brought us
together, all those years ago,

and they have brought
us together again,
on this Christmas.

So we must remember this as
a very, very happy Christmas.

Aura-Lee, will you marry me?

- Yes!

Yes! A thousand times, yes!

Come with me!