Ah, the adrenaline rush of realizing on December 24th that you still need gifts for half your extended family. Armed with desperation and coupons, you charge through crowded malls, dodging strollers, sales, and that one guy who decided today was perfect for window shopping.
Your brain is firing on panic mode. You’ll buy scented candles for everyone if it means not showing up empty-handed. The checkout lines stretch longer than Santa’s naughty list, and you start bargaining with higher powers, “If I survive this, I promise to start shopping in July next year!”
Spoiler alert: You never start in July. But you do have some epic tales of combat shopping to share over eggnog.