| Lyrics: | 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 |
