"What, is that what it's about?" he asks, looking down at the guy who - hm, he's seen him around, but he's not recalling getting a name. Well, there'll come time for that, surely.

After he's done being totally mystified by the sight of people hanging all sorts of shiny decorations and snowflakes and what's with the red and white hats?

"Someone mentioned it had to do with a religion. It's the birth of a god, really?"

With other worlds being totally alien to him, he can't tell if that's supposed to be literal or not, much like he can't tell if the sweaters are actually ugly. They're sure eccentric.