The little people

Just before midnight

Before the clock chimes

After the adults have gone to bed

After they put away the wine

Out come the little folk

No bigger than my hands

They glide down from my window

And on my bed they land

They run around my room

Creating a ruckus and a mess

I cannot bear to end their fun

I’ll clean it tomorrow, I guess 

This is an unedited version of my poem. I plan on changing it, but if you have any suggestions, please comment below.