Jolly old Saint Nicholas,
Lean your ear this way,
Don't you tell a single soul
What I'm going to say.
Christmas Eve will soon be here,
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 with your pack,
Softly you will 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,
Susie needs a sled,
Nelly wants a storybook --
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.
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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, Suzy 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, dear Santa Claus, what you think is right