Verse 1 
	  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. 
	  
	  Verse 2 
	  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. 
	  
	  Verse 3 
	  Johnny wants a pair of skates; 
	  Susy wants a dolly; 
	  Nellie wants a story book; 
	  She thinks dolls are folly; 
	  As for me, my little brain 
	  Isn't very bright; 
	  Choose for me, old Santa Claus, 
	  What you think is right.