"Dear God," Sean says, making a face and laughing incredulously. Frankly, it sounds like Izzie would have been right at home with the island looking the way it does, so it's almost a shame in a way. Still worrying, though. "Well, 'm sure ye an' I'll do a foine job o' makin' Christmas real enae wi'out all o' that, it's about the spirit o' things, nae the trappings." He pauses, raising an eyebrow as a smirk continues to tug at his lips. "Least if mem'ry serves."