Jolly old St. Nicholas

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

Barrett wants a four-wheeler,

Brooks wants a bow

We both want nerf guns,

Yellow, red, and one that glows

Now I think I'll leave to you

What to give the rest

Choose for me, dear Santa Claus;

You will know the best.