Peeking around a nearby door, Pollution watched Adam leave the room and the tree behind. It was almost as though he had been avoiding said Antichrist. That wasn't entirely wrong, he was just a bit nervous around the boy who had, had his friends ...whatevered him and the other horsemen. Understandably.

Pollution waited a few more minutes before reaching down to grab his own box of Christmas things. Any mortal wouldn't have noticed it the moment before but it was there for much the same reason that Crowley's Bentley was still moving. Because he expected it to. Not that he was powerful enough to make anything happen like that. But it just so happens that the box was filled with an assortment of different bits of litter and trash and a few toxic chemicals. Way within Pollution's power.

He moved with in the room, looking at the perfectly beautiful tree. After a moment, he made a face and put his box on the ground. A quick dig through it found garland made out of plastic pop rings. He smiled and ran a hand through them, then he moved to the tree and started putting them up, wrapping them around it. Tin cans came next, followed by a sprinkling of different little packets and wrappers. For a moment, Pollution contemplated pouring a bit of the toxic chemicals into the soil at the base before ultimately deciding against it. The tree was nice enough as it is.

Smiling distractedly about a job well done, he picked up his box and exited the room, leaving it slightly more dirty then it had been. Upon glancing down at the box, he realized he had a few things left in them. The smile was back as he took it outside, ready to spread a bit of his own special sort of joy with the world