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Jolly old St. 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.
Johnny wants a pair of skates, Suzy 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.