When I was younger, I used to think of Christmas as a season that would bring a lot of gifts for me. I even thought that Christmas was a special excuse to receive gifts even if my birthday was completely over more than two months earlier. What I know then is only to receive them and perhaps, to say thank you afterwards. Who would have said that the world does not revolve on me, receiving much and many more? Besides, they say that Christmas is for kids. But now I'm not anymore a kid and even if I'm still quite young, I'd sooner or later be one of those who give gifts for godchildren. If Christmas then is for children, then I'll never be happy anymore in the coming years for I'll no longer be one of them who awaits Christmas. Would Christmas be not for me anymore just like before?
It sounds peculiar but this feeling, I guess, is inevitably felt by young-adults like me. It might be a product of melancholic nostalgia yet; on the other hand, this must imply something creative. Who says that Christmas is really meant for kids? Isn't it the other way around?
You might ask why but the real essence of Christmas is apparently rooted on how an adult Jesus of Nazareth dared to give his life on behalf of our salvation. Let us look at it this way, when Jesus was still young, he has received gifts from the magi. But in turn, more than thirty years later, he gave the best gift for everyone to receive.
When the time comes that I'll no longer be receiving those gifts because it's my turn to give, I'd rather be proud than stare on the bitterness of the expenses they might cost me for it is Jesus himself who taught us that Christmas is not about receiving but it is about giving. Then, we could say that Christmas is not really for children. Rather, it is for adults because it is their chance to be like Jesus. And besides, Christmas would be useless if the Child Jesus was born for non-sense. Let us bear in mind that like Jesus, we are born for a reason.
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