This is how I know:

I tried to resist for numerous years but they finally got me. This time of year I'm liable to burst out in song (burst out in jingle?) at any moment.

For all you non-Okies, here's a little history behind this Oklahoma Christmas carol: History

We have a built-in, decorative fireplace in our living room and it's got a tile floor. I let the kids sit on the tile to eat sometimes, which they did tonight. I also put Eliza on the floor to play while I ate. She immediately commando-crawled over to the tile and started helping herself to JZ's plate (after he was done). She ate a little bit of the food and she's now playing in the leftovers and I'm letting her. Why? Because she's HAPPY and NOT CRYING. Yeah, I'm going to have to vacuum over there in a minute and maybe even run the Bissell Little Green machine but, by gum, I got to eat my dinner in peace. Hey, at least I took the forks away from her.

After I clean up we're going to start her first knife-juggling lesson.

Packages of gourmet English muffins received by freight this evening: Six.

Jars of various spreads received in same shipment: Four.

Number of muffins I will consume in the next 24 hours: Yet to be Determined, but Probably Greater than Three.

The muffin flavor rundown is as follows: Cranberry Citrus, San Francisco Sourdough, Cherry Blossom, Pumpkin Spice, Cheddar Cheese and Mixed Berry. Representing the spread category are Strawberry Preserves, Red Tart Cherry, Cinnamon Creme Honey and Apple Butter.

Now, if you'll pardon me, I have a date with my toaster. If you are interested in a splurge this holiday season, allow me to suggest Wolferman's.

Yes, I know the Muffin Man, the Muffin Man, the Muffin Man. He wears a UPS uniform.