It was his own room. There was no doubt about that. But it had undergone a surprising transformation. The walls and ceiling were so hung with living green, that it looked a perfect grove; from every part of which bright gleaming berries glistened. The crisp leaves of holly, mistletoe, and ivy reflected back the light… and such a mighty blaze when roaring up the chimney, as that dull petrification of a hearth had never known in Scrooge’s time….