This one was written early one December morning, in a freezing cold train compartment, on my way home from College, during one of the winter breaks. Those were the days when, like most other students I knew, I generally travelled by 2nd Class 3-tier, which meant the bogey was unheated and the bunk beds were 3-tiered wooden planks without any cushioning. It was a 24 hour journey in those days, and less than comfortable, but, as I recall, it was more than just the hard bunk bed and freezing temperatures inside that compartment that had kept me up this particular night....

CHRISTMAS MORNING Train is slow, Day is dawning- Feeling low, Can't stop yawning- Four o'clock, And I'm still up: Christmas morning... Dark ringed eyes, Didn't sleep now- Quick good-byes, I could weep now- God, it's cold! And I'm told It's Christmas morning... (Interlude) Dark ringed eyes, Didn't sleep now- Quick good-byes, I could weep now- God, it's cold! And I'm told It's Christmas morning...