Ah....they are spectacular...and awe inspiring and humbling......McGrath of Harlow, the song you quoted reminded me of when my children were little. If the lights were out late in the evening it would be a time to bend the bedtime rules....and the fascination and awe remains still.... Late one night in mid February, around two years ago, there was a tremendous display....It was around 15 degrees outside.....My 16 year old son and I had to get up early the next morning for work/school, but that didn't matter. We grabbed our warmest sleeping bags and spread them out on the blanket of snow in the yard, snuggled down into them and watched. Swirls of green, white and red danced across the sky for hours. We stayed there well into the night, watching, talking, dreaming. One of those moments we both remember and cherish......sigh.....