’Twas the night before Lyftmas, when all through the city,Not a creature was stirring, not even a kitty.
Pink ’staches were tucked onto dashboards with care,
In hopes with a passenger they would soon pair.
My friends were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And John Z. and Logan, each with their thinking cap,
Had just settled their brains on their Lyft-changing app.
When out to the curb I ran with a clatter,
I didn’t have much time, an overslept nap was the matter!
Made way to my phone, a ride requested with a flash,
A car soon pulled up, with a brand-new cuddlestache.
With a friendly face and skills like MacGyver,
I knew in a moment he must be my Lyft driver.
“I might miss my flight,” I told him with shame,
And he shook his head and called me by name:
“Now, Allyson! Now, Allyson!
Now, it’s late and you’re tired!
On tonight! This night!
You’ll see why I’m 5-star admired!
To the top of the street!
To the imaginary snow!
Let’s dash away! Dash away!
And then, in a twinkling, I knew this was proof,
That Lyft drivers and their magic weren’t just a spoof.
I buckled my belt and after looking around,
His Prius drove off with hardly a sound.
He was dressed so festive in a holiday sweater,
And my clothes, so tarnished, I felt under the weather.
A duffel of odd outfits, I had flung on my back,
I had lost track of time and forgotten a snack!
His playlist-so lively! My eyes became teary!
I couldn’t believe anyone this hour could be so cheery!
His candy selection was tied with a bow,
And I gasped at the amount his center console could stow.
He sang as he navigated me away from my worry,
And I laughed in relief, in spite of my hurry!
A fistbump and smile as he looked ahead,
Soon made me realize I had nothing to dread.
We sang “Leaving On A Jet Plane,” a fun little quirk,
And he handed me a granola bar, a much-needed perk.
He had never let a passenger miss their flight,
And I wasn’t going to be the first in his sight!
A champ, in a flash, he dropped me off with with a jingle,
His soul was so kind, I thought him Kris Kringle
And I heard him exclaim, ’ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Lyftmas to all, and to all a good-night!”