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.