The night before Bestest

Twas the night before Bestest
And all through the apartment
The cleaning supplies were all working
My mop even twerking.
The swifter was fluffy, the sponge was all suds
And the washer was spiffing up all of my duds.
When right on my phone these texts did appear
"Come open the door because:
I am here!"
And there on my doorstep in bright living color
Stood Bestest himself a cute little feller.
He was grinning and hungry
And I gave him a hug
Then took him to the brewery to buy him a jug
A growler from Normal, a pizza and beer
And a long conversation with someone quite dear.