“The lighthouse must be done by Christmas,” insists Francis Tully, now 65 years old. His eldest son Carrick is coming home from Ireland, despite the unpredictable winter weather. Once it is built, Francis stubbornly insists on staying in the lighthouse, keeping the lamps lit for Carrick’s ship. He would miss all of Tullyport’s Twelve Days celebrations, were it not for the family and friends that bring the celebration to him. And when Carrick arrives, the full Twelfthnight celebration begins.