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, 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 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;
Susy 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, Old Santa Claus,
What You Think Is Right.