| Jolly old Saint Nicholas,
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| Lean your ear this way!
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| Don’t you tell a single soul
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| What I’m going to say;
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| Christmas Eve is coming soon;
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| Now, you dear old man,
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| Whisper what you’ll bring to me;
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| Tell me if you can.
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| When the clock is striking twelve,
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| When I’m fast asleep,
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| Down the chimney broad and black,
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| With your pack you’ll creep;
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| All the stockings you will find
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| Hanging in a row;
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| Mine will be the shortest one,
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| You’ll be sure to know.
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| Johnny wants a pair of skates;
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| Susy wants a dolly;
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| Nellie wants a story book;
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| She thinks dolls are folly;
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| As for me, my little brain
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| Isn’t very bright;
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| Choose for me, old Santa Claus,
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| What you think is right. |