(to the tune of “White Christmas”)I’m dreaming of a smoked turkey, just like the one I had last year. Where the skin’s all tasty, the meat’s not pasty, And the whole thing’s great with my cold beer. We’re hoping for a good dinner, where family gobbles shrimp that’s grilled. Salmon, ham and cornbread — we’ll feel so well-fed — And Mom won’t feel she’s over-billed.
We’re wishing you a great season, no matter what you like to eat. Let us help with feeding you riiiiiight . . . and may all your holidays be bright.
With apologies to Irving Berlin, and poets everywhere. Don’t forget your Rocklands holiday menu here.