Don’t get me wrong, we’ve had some good times. And I don’t regret the time we’ve spent together. But I’ve got to go my own way now.
Surely you’ve noticed my distance these last few years. I haven’t really done a good job of hiding my feelings, and frankly, I’m a little surprised you haven’t called me on it before now.
The more I simplify my life, the less a season of excess appeals to me. My relationships have become richer, which means I don’t need a holiday to remind me to appreciate the people in my life. And the religious reasons to celebrate the day have been gone for years now.
And hey, it’s not just me. Other people need a break from you, too, if only to learn to appreciate the holiday all over again.
People tell me you used to be different, way back when. Back before you started running with the advertisers and retailers. I wish I had known you then.
So Warren and I will be spending a low-key day together without you, enjoying the way the US mostly stops for 24 hours, and hoping that our friends who do celebrate have a wonderful day with family and friends.
I wish you the best, Christmas, and I know you won’t have a hard time getting over me. But I’m so over you.