Ten years ago for Christmas, my wife and I went north to Ft. Frances, Ontario, to visit her brother, Bill, and his family. It really looked like Christmas with the accumulation of several powdery snowfalls. One night we were treated to a show of the northern lights. They filled one quarter of the sky and at times appeared to dance across the horizon. Later we had the novel experience of ice fishing. Jeremy, my niece's boyfriend, led this fishing expedition.