It was sweet, that Stanley wanted to include some particular Christmas traditions that Killian had been exposed to and was fond of - he remembered the Christmas pudding was something like a fruitcake? With lots of nuts and candied fruits and perhaps raisins - they got bad rap, but he was rather fond of them. It oddly enough had something beefy in it as well - beef fat? They'd certainly figure it out, between the two of them.
"I wouldn't mind a fake tree, honestly," he said, and in this little shop they had enough to work with. "I can turn it into a real one if you think it's a good idea." Something small, and then it wouldn't go to waste when they were done with it - they could recycle it into something else, or it could return to its plastic state and be tucked away into the wardrobe.
He stepped closer, lips brushing Stanley's cheek. "Long as we get to decorate it rather gaudily." His favorite person just loved gaudy things, yes? Or no. Not really. But that was the amusing part.