I’ve always said Christmas Eve is the day to do your shopping—fewer options mean quicker decisions, fewer people mean less chaos, and honestly, it’s just a vibe. A bunch of guys all scrambling together, nodding at each other like, “Yeah, we got this.”

But this year, I broke tradition. I got all my shopping done early. Now I’m sitting here wondering… what the hell am I going to do all day on the 24th? Relax? Wrap gifts? Nah, that just feels wrong.

Maybe I’ll wander the stores anyway, just to see if I’m missing out.