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 Bobby wants a pair of skates, Suzy wants a sled Nellie wants a picture book, Yellow, blue, and red Now I think I'll leave to you What to give the rest Choose for me, dear Santa Claus; You will know the best.