Jolly Old Saint Nicholas 


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, you 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 dolly; 
Nellie wants a story book; 
She thinks dolls are folly; 
As for me, my little brain 
Isn't very bright; 
Choose for me, old Santa Claus, 
What you think is right.