Our Christmas “rest” was spent in Beuvry, and here we arrived on the 20th of December at the end of our second tour.  Our first duty was to inspect a large draft of 140 N.C.O.’s and men who had come to us while we had been in the line.  Most of them came from the 11th (Pioneer) Battalion of the Regiment, and were men of good physique, very well trained, and excellent alike at drill, work, games, and in the line.  During the whole time we were in France we never had a better draft than this.  Meanwhile, although the enemy were apparently willing to allow us a Christmas rest, and kindly refrained from bombarding our billets, the higher command were not so gracious, and we had much work to do.  Ever since the defection of Russia, the Staff had realized the possibility of a German offensive on a large scale, and every effort was being made to organize our defences.  With this object, a new “village line” had been built, including Cambrin, Annequin, Vermelles and other villages, and this had now to be wired.  Accordingly, on the night of the 22nd/23rd December, the whole Battalion marched up to this line by parties, and worked hard for several hours putting out a “double apron fence.”  So well had Major Zeller and his Engineers organized the work, and so well did the Battalion work, mainly thanks to the newly arrived Pioneers who were experts, that we did an incredible amount during the night, and received the congratulations of the G.O.C. on our efforts.

The actual Christmas festivities had to be held on Christmas Eve, as we were due to go into trenches on the morning of Boxing Day.  Everything combined to make the day a great success.  Plum puddings arrived from England, large pigs, which Major Burnett had been leading about on a string for some days, were turned into the most delicious pork, and there was plenty of beer.  The Serjeants’ Mess also had a very lively dinner in the evening, though one Company Quarter Master Serjeant spent much of his time dragging the Beuvry river for his Company Serjeant Major whom he had lost.  This Warrant Officer was eventually discovered asleep in an old sentry box, with his false teeth clenched in his hand.  The Germans, in spite of their boast, dropped in a message from an aeroplane, “to eat their Christmas dinners in Bethune,” caused no disturbance, and did not show the slightest sign of being offensive.  Christmas, 1917, was unique in one respect.  We produced a Battalion Christmas Card for the first and last time during the war.  It contained a picture, drawn by 2nd Lieut.  Shilton, of a big-footed Englishman standing on a slag-heap, from which a Hun was flying as though kicked.  It was very popular.