As an angel, of course, Aziraphale had a sort of affinity for Christmas. It wasn't his favorite of holidays — Thanksgiving by far took the cake, for he was a very grateful man — but it was up there. Sure, it got a bit out of hand, and there was the natural fact that it was took from many old traditions and celebrations, but he didn't see a problem with most celebrations still carried out.

Especially the ones as eye-catching as this.

The display of lights was magnificent. The cold of the night seemed warm under the shining colors and beautiful arrangements. His eyes lit up as he saw the Christmas display. He grabbed his companion's arm, tugging it excitedly — almost pulling the car off the road in the act, but that was unimportant.

“Oh! Oh, look at those lovely lights! Can we stop and see them?”