All year long in the mountains
Lives an old man, they say.
He wraps up bundles with ribbons,
Just to give them away.
All year long in the mountains,
He looks down to see
Kids that are good, and kids that are bad,
And treats them accordingly.

If you want toys like other little boys
In your neighborhood,
Don't wait 'til the night before Christmas
To be good.
And dolls with curls are for the little girls,
Who do things they should,
So don't wait 'til the night before Christmas
To be good.
You can't fool Mister Santa Claus,
He knows right from wrong;
And you can't be right for just one night,
You gotta be right, right along.
You'd love to see another Christmas tree
Where the old one stood.
So don't wait 'til the night before Christmas
To be good.

Santa Claus has a big book
That helps him to remember,
He can tell each kid the things they did
From January to December.
Jingle bells never jingle
For the very bad ones.
Every Christmas Day, the good are gay
And the bad ones are the sad ones.

If you want toys like other little boys
In your neighborhood,
Don't wait 'til the night before Christmas
To be good.
And dolls with curls are for the little girls,
Who do things they should,
So don't wait 'til the night before Christmas
To be good.
You can't fool Mister Santa Claus,
He knows right from wrong;
And you can't be right for just one night,
You gotta be right, right along.
You'd love to see another Christmas tree
Where the old one stood.
So don't wait 'til the night before Christmas
To be good.

Writer : LEWIS, SAM M. / BAER, ABEL
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., THE SONGWRITERS GUILD OF AMERICA