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
Eden wants a singing book
Catherine wants a dress
Charlie needs a brand new bib
Because he makes a mess
Now I think I'll leave to you
What to give the rest
Choose for me dear Santa Claus
What you think is best
Jolly old Saint Nick