It was the night before Christmas and all through the Estate, not a student was stirring, all home to celebrate. The artwork was hung in the gallery with care, in hopes that some art lovers soon would be there. The art teachers locked their studio doors, while Ryan closed the windows and swept up the floors.
When what should appear on the porch at the back, but a postman in a rain slicker and a big mail sack? Away to the door Ryan flew like a flash, the Annual fund is ending and this could be cash!