Jolly old St. Nicholas, lean your ear this way Don't you tell a single soul what I'm gonna 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 strikes twelve, when I'm fast asleep, down the chimney broad and black with your pack you'll creep Then you'll find all the stockings hanging in a row, Mine will be the smallest one I'm sure you will know, Johnny wants a pair of skates Suzie wants a sled Nellie wants a picture book yellow, blue, and red