Two o'clock
And in that spirit he picked at his Christmas Eve dinner , and went to bed . It seemed to Mr. Holiday every time he woke , which was often , that the train had just started to move , after standing still for a long time , and that the porter had never before allowed his car to grow so cold . He turned the current into the reading light at the head of his bed and consulted his watch . Two o'clock . He got to wondering at exactly what hour all those hundreds of years ago Christ had been born . Had it been as cold as this in the old barn ? Whew !