[ It's downright impossible (in Ray's opinion, anyway) to be immune to the holidays entirely; even here, in a completely unfamiliar town under completely alarming (and mysterious) circumstances, everything has that familiar winter edge when the atmosphere turns crisp and romantic and hopeful.

Or it might have, if the big-ass fake tree hadn't killed the mood. ]

Right?! [ He gestures helplessly with exasperation. ] Y'know, back in New York when they put up that big ol' tree they always go real, [ (at least, he thinks so?) ] and lemme tell you, you'd think pine trees would be even easier to come by here on the West Coast. Assuming that's really where we...

[ Er. Anyway, he's babbling. Ray shakes his head, looking at Aziraphale with a wan, tense smile. ]

Saves us the trouble of having to wait in line to buy our own, I guess.