He hasn't slept despite the fact that he had six plates of turkey for dinner. About ten 5-Hour Energys in, everything has become a blur. Between finding parking for the minivan at three different malls, thinking about how much of his money the rest of the family is currently spending, and wondering if he'll be home in time to watch some football, dad is wigging out. He hates shopping in the first place, but goes along with it because he might score a nice flat screen or one of those newfangled 3D TVs. Everything else is a small price to pay, besides, he just poured some rum into his twelfth Frappucino of the day.