Twelve Days of Christmas Carols

Jolly Old Saint Nicolas

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 

Bobby 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.