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
What's it gonna be, Santa
Underneath the tree, Santa
What's it gonna be, Santa
Be this year for me
Jolly old Saint Nicholas now you dear old man
Whisper what you'll bring to me, tell me if you can
What's it gonna be, Santa
Underneath the tree, Santa
What's it gonna be, Santa
Be this year for me
Jason wants a Fender bass, Walt a saxaphone
Lee he needs a fluglehorn, Jimmy a trombone
Robert wants a baby grand, Bill a new B3
Tris, he wants a dolly, but
What are you gonna bring to me, Santa
What's it gonna be, Santa
Underneath the tree, Santa
What's it gonna be, Santa
Be this year for me
What's it gonna be, Santa
Underneath the tree, Santa
What's it gonna be, Santa
Be this year for me
How about a shiny electric guitar, Santa
i think maybe the same person who wrote the letter the past might know might have wrote the same one about the future and is maybe talking to someone else.