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!