Jolly Old Saint Nicolas

Jolly old Saint 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 Im fast asleep Down the chimney, broad and black, with your pack youll creep All the stockings you will find hanging in a row Mine will be the shortest one, youll be sure to know

Bobby wants a pair of skates, Suzy wants a sled Nellie wants a picture book, yellow, blue, and red Now I think Ill leave to you what to give the rest Choose for me, dear Santa Claus; you will know the best.