Christmas is a holiday for children. One may see this in the way the holiday season would move from being a magical time to merely a tradition people are expected to go through every year as they grow older.
As a child, all the troublesome notions of the holiday were beyond me. The only important thing on my mind was the presents I may receive that year. As an adult, however, the responsibilities of the season come through the pressure of giving those gifts.
I was on my way out of the mall after a day of buying typical Christmas presents when something from a nearby bookstore caught my eye. On display was a familiar red and blue figure on the cover of a comic book: Spiderman.
Instantly, a wave of nostalgia hit me and for a moment, it was as if I was a child again.
My father and I used to collect those comics. During Christmas, I would always look forward to his presents because it always meant I would get a new one to read. The sweet memory made me smile as I grabbed a copy of the comic on display for myself.
I left the mall with the gifts I bought along with that present for myself, bearing the memories of an innocent childhood long gone.
Christmas might be a holiday for children, but perhaps we have not outgrown it. F ABIGAIL M. ADRIATICO
