Lyrics:
Jolly Old Saint Nicholas,Lean your ear this way;
Don't you tell a single soul
What I'm going to say,
Christmas Eve is coming soon;
Now my dear old man,
Whisper what you'll bring to me;
Tell me if you can.
When the clock is striking twelve,
When I'm fast asleep,
Down the chimney broad and black
With your pack you'll creep;
All the stockings you will find
Hanging in a row;
Mine will be the shortest one;
You'll be sure to know.
Johnny wants a pair of skates;
Susy wants a sled;
Nellie wants a story book,
one she hasn't read
As for me, I hardly know
so I'll go to rest;
Choose for me, dear Santa Claus,
What you think is best.
