| 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. |
| What you think is best! |