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.