Through the thick blankets of snow

There lies a passage no one knows

Its hidden and warm, without any light

To some concerned may seem alright

But little saint nicolas, grumpy and stern

Grows quite a fright, of which to concern.

Small children who dare cause such a racket

Every small misdeed, you know, he will track it.

For small he may be, the wrath is mighty

So listen to mommy, and keep that room tidy

Little Saint Nick fear not a man

For little Saint Nick will rip them by hand

He’ll rip and he’ll shred, with out any doubt

So not a quiver, no not even a pout

Little Saint Nick a force for a fright

So turn of the light now, goodnight child

Goodnight