Ronan groaned. "You're really singing Christmas songs." Oh God, someone shoot him now. He was not going to make it until the end of the year without hexing someone. "Can we not have a White Christmas? There's already a blue moon. We don't need any more freaky events."
He rolled his eyes, but he followed Ben, tree levitating behind them. Ben had suggested dragging it, which he had to do outside of the house perimeter, but no one will see them now.
They walked inside, and he used magic to place the tree in a corner of the living room. "I've done my part. Now it's your job to make it pretty. I'm not that gay."