'Twas the week before Christmas of 1929 and pilot Bill Wincapaw was running out of time. With instruments out and fuel on low, Wincapaw was relieved to see the lighthouse below. Oriented anew, he flew from light to light, out of harms way and safe for Christmas night. When clear skies returned and a new day shone, he retraced the course he had recently flown. Approaching each lighthouse, flying close as he dared, he dropped gifts by parachute, each carefully prepared, to thank the lightkeeper's who spared him that night so Winkapaw could make just one more flight."