<p>Good luck to all! I enjoyed reading all of your prep school posts… they have been very helpful this week :)</p>
<p>Here is our attempt at some humor to pass the time!</p>
<p>Twas the night before M10, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The applications have been finished by January with care,
In hopes that a decision will soon would be here.</p>
<p>The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of prep school danced in their heads.
And mamma in her Athleta, and Dad in some old Gap,
Had just put down their iphones for a long winter's nap.</p>
<p>When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.</p>
<p>The moon on the breast of the NEVER melting snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a fed ex truck with letters and prep school gear.</p>
<p>With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment I was going to be sick.
More rapid than eagles the answers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!</p>
<p>"Now Andover! Now, Choate! Now, Hill and Taft!
On, Loomis! On, Exeter! On Groton, On L-Ville and Hotchkiss!</p>
<p>He was dressed all in LL Bean, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with snow and soot.
A bundle of letters he had flung on his back,
And he looked like an AO, just opening his iMac.</p>
<p>He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And opened the online portals, then turned with a jerk.
And pushing his finger on top of his mouse,
And giving a nod uploaded the answers to your house.</p>
<p>He sprang to his truck, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Good luck to all, and to all a good-night!"</p>
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