Jolly old Saint Nicholas
lean your ear this way
Dont you tell a single soul
what Im going to say
Christmas Eve is coming soon
now you dear old man
Whisper what youll bring to me
tell me if you can

When the clock is striking twelve
when Im fast asleep
Down the chimney broad and black
with your pack youll creep

All the stockings you will find
hanging in a row
Mine will be the shortest one
youll be sure to know

Jolly old Saint Nicholas
lean your ear this way
Dont you tell a single soul
what Im going to say
Christmas Eve is coming soon
now you dear old man
Whisper what youll bring to me
tell me if you can