Jolly old St. Nicholas, lean your ear this way
Don't you tell a single soul what I'm gonna 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 strikes twelve, when I'm fast asleep,
down the chimney broad and black with your pack you'll creep
Then you'll find all the stockings hanging in a row,
Mine will be the smallest one I'm sure you will know,
Johnny wants a pair of skates
Suzie wants a sled
Nellie wants a picture book yellow, blue, and red