’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! To SFO!”
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!”