I love little birds perched on my Christmas tree, basking in the gentle lights bringing a warm glow.

One bird is red cloth and buttons stitched to secure the wings, another is Hallmark made of colorful plastic, and the third is carved wood.

Above the birds are a pair of yarn bells my mom crocheted four decades ago.

There are other birds scattered on my tree but I thought this happy trio were suited to be together — just like my own three birds, all so different but incredibly delightful and a collective joy.

(Yes — I still have my Christmas tree up, and we plug in the lights every evening.

It’s one of the ways I get through the dark, cold month of January, along with eating oranges and watching reruns of Seinfeld.)