Jolly Old St. Nicholas, Christmas Carols

Jolly Old St. Nicholas Jolly old Saint Nicholas, lean your ear this way. Dont you tell a single soul, what Im going to say. Christmas Eve is coming soon, now you dear old man. Whisper what youll bring to me, tell me if you can. When the clock is striking twelve, when Im fast asleep. Down the chimney broad and black, with your pack youll creep. All the stockings you will find hanging in a row. Mine will be the shortest one, youll be sure to know. Jolly old Saint Nicholas, lean your ear this way. Dont you tell a single soul, what Im going to say. Christmas Eve is coming soon, now you dear old man. Whisper what youll bring to me, tell me if you can.