Jolly old St. Nicholas, Lean your ear this way!
Dont you tell a single soul, What Im going to say;
Christmas Eve is coming soon; Now, you dear old man,
Whisper what youll 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 doll
Jenny wants a story book; Dolls wont do at all
As for me, my dear old man on this special night
Choose for me, old Santa Claus. What you think is right.