And many pretty things

Old Santa Claus had labeled,

And tied with silken strings.

A kite was bought for Jimmie,

A little stove for Kate,

A doll for Capitola,

For Charlie a new slate.

A silver knife for father,

For mother, dear, a fan,

And the prettiest little fiddle

Was bought for baby Dan.

Hang up your little stockings,

And keep the fireside bright,

Old Santa Claus is coming,

Ten dollars worth of candy

Was emptied in his sleigh,

And peanuts by the barrel,

To be eaten Christmas day.

His lap was full of toys,

Little drums and little ships,

Little buggies, little ponies,

And little riding whips.

The baby dolls were sleeping

In their cradles snug,

But the others all were peeping

From underneath his rug.

Old Santa was so happy,

That as he drove along

He jingled ever sleigh bell,

And sang a Christmas song.

So don’t forget him, children,

He’s on the way to night,

Hang up your little stockings,

And keep the fireside bright.