




       Jolly Old Saint Nicholas
           Traditional, 1886







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 just 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.





Johnny 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.




