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 Suzy wants a pair of skates Johnny 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