Jolly Old Saint Nicholas

Guardian, oh, Tsuzuki

lean your ear this way!

Don't tell another guardian

what I'm going to say:

Christmas Eve is coming soon;

now, you guardian

Whisper what you have for me;

tell me if you can.

When the clock is striking twelve,

when I'm fast asleep

Down the chimney, swift and black,

with your sack you'll creep

All the stockings you will find

hanging in a row

Mine will be the brightest one,

you'll be sure to know

Konoe wants a pair of cakes,

The Count wants you

Saya wants a Dollhouse dress,

purple, pink, and blue

Now I think I'll leave to you

what to give the rest

Choose for me, dear Tsuzuki;

you will know the best.