Scroogilla Meets Silent Night

My husband, who loves everything Christmas, has patiently dubbed me Scroogilla. I usually have so much to do preceding Christmas that when it comes, it seems like a huge monster waiting to be dealt with and conquered. Merry ChristmasSo it’s Christmas Eve and here I am again, Scroogilla Meets Godzilla.   Today will be busy – my sister wants me to make Italian Casatta cake for our family Christmas dinner. I only have one present.  My wreaths are still waiting patiently to be hung up, and although the Christmas cards are addressed, they need to Continue Reading