Jolly Old Saint Nicholas - Chet Atkins

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