A crashing sound, and a sideways grin,

Mischievous revelries shall begin.

Dancing around a flickering flame,

Unending energy none can tame.

The pitter-patter of tiny feet,

A cookie jar devoid of its treats.

The jar lies dead, smashed upon the floor,

They waited and listened, for the door.

A sigh of relief, they sit and laugh,

They broke the last cookie right in half.

A gust of wind blew the candle out,

The door flew open, a startled shout.

The mischief stopped at half past three,

Frightened they ended their revelry.