Jolly Old St. Nicholas

Surely old Saint Nicholas linear is his 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 bring to me. Tell me if you can.

When the clock is striking twelve, when I'm fast asleep, Down the chimney, road and black, With your partial grip, All the stockings you will find, Hanging in a row, Man will be the shortest one, You'll be sure to know.

Johnny wants a pair of skates, Susie wants a sled. Melly wants a beachabook, yellow, blue and red. Yes, now I think I'll live to you. What to give the rest? Choose for me dear Santa Claus.

You will know the best. Johnny wants a pair of skates, Susie wants a sled, yes, Nelly wants a picture book, yellow, blue and red, yes, now I think I'll leave to you, what to give the rest, choose for me dear son, the clothes, you will know the best, oh yes, you will.

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