December wants you to know that she is candlelight in a window. She is crystal moonlight that lights the way. Being nocturnal, she unabashedly strings up twinkling stars and soft moonbeams to shine on mounds of luminescent snow.
December hangs ornaments of light.There is no distance between our own inner flame and December's winter-light. The sun concedes, sinking in the horizon. December's reign begins.
Neither shall they say, "Look here! or, look there!" for, behold, the kingdom of God is within you.
Inward is not a direction. Inward is a dimension.