Truth is not only stranger than fiction. It is also more heart-warming. The true story of this historical night -- the likes of which was surely not seen before and not seen since to my knowledge -- is a greater and more beautiful happening than much of this fictional account. The introduction of a made-up couple of opera singers -- one of which is a woman -- who make their way to the trenches on Christmas Eve was the absolute worst intrusion and is extremely jarring. It did not happen, and it does a disservice, in my view, to the men who suffered on all sides of those trenches that long ago night and yet were able to find within themselves love of their fellow man across that no-man's land -- it trivialized a profound situation. The first half of the film is The Notebook version of this event -- and THAT film is virtually unwatchable, in my view. Once I got over that, and other smaller made-up touches -- I was mesmerized by the fine performances that we have come to expect from the likes of Daniel Brühl, Guillaume Canet, Gary Lewis. These standout performances -- indeed, the characterization of all the soldiers and their officers in the trenches that night -- enrich an otherwise soap opera version of history and account, I believe, for the success of this film and the awards it garnered. The authentic spirit of the occasion is preserved within their interpretation of the truth, and the audience is carried along on a wave of emotion. Another truth that is stranger than fiction -- I cry pretty much every time throughout the second half of the film. So who's listening to me!?!