Yesterday evening, we strung popcorn and cranberries and decorated our little Christmas tree.  We have quite a collection of bird ornaments, and as we hung them by candlelight (dark at 5pm!) I was reminded of  Oliver Herford’s little poem, I Heard a Bird Sing –

I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.

‘We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,’
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.

Hope and Light to you on these dark winter nights.