Jolly old Saint Nicholas,lean your ear this way!Don’t you tell a single soulwhat I’m going to say:Christmas Eve is coming soon;now, you dear old manWhisper what you’ll bring to me;tell me if you can.When the clock is striking twelve,when I’m fast asleepDown the chimney, broad and black,with your pack you’ll creepAll the stockings you will findhanging in a rowMine will be the shortest one,you’ll be sure to knowBobby wants a pair of skates,Suzy wants a sledNellie wants a picture book,yellow, blue, and redNow I think I’ll leave to youwhat to give the restChoose for me, dear Santa Claus;you will know the best.