As expected, everything fit neatly into the room. In fact, there was extra space to move around in even when accounting for the extra furniture that had already been part of the room.

Scrooge grimaced, sitting up in bed where he'd been lying down with a cold cloth for his migraine. He didn't have to look to know the cause of the noise.

"This is going to be the longest week of my life," he grumbled.

He was still wondering why he'd agreed to this a half-hour later as everyone gathered around the dinner table.