"Righto," Ron piped up and swung Leila down of his shoulders with a quick tickle and pat on the behind. "DaDa needs a hug," he whispered, smiling when she sprinted over to wrap her arms around his legs.
"You get the tree sorted, yeah? And I'll go get us a wreath and some," he paused, searching for the right word, "the rope bits, for the mantle right?"