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.      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.