Jolly old St. 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 12
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
Will you bring a pair of skates? Might it be a boot
Or a books of magic tricks? I can't wait to look
So underneath the Christmas tree on this special night
Leave for me, dear Santa Claus, what you think is right
