The year Wade and I were engaged, I came home with him for Christmas. It was odd to be with someone else’s family for the holidays, particularly since Wade has a large extended family and there were about four million people at my in-law’s house on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.

I exaggerate. I think there were only about 80. Seriously.

Plus, I had the flu, and was hepped up on codeine-laced cough syrup for the whole week. THAT was a GOOD Christmas.

The best part, though, was Wade and his sister and brother spontaneously bursting out with the B. C. Clark Christmas jingle. B. C. Clark is a jewelry store, a local institution of sorts; it has been around forever, and is one of those places that everyone knows about, even if you’ve never bought anything there, and everyone knows the jingle. It’s the Unofficial Christmas Carol of Oklahoma City.

Now, years later, I know all the words to the B. C. Clark Christmas jingle, too, and I’m teaching it to the kids. You think I’m kidding, but I’m not. It’s a catchy little tune, and it’s part of Christmas in Oklahoma City. Plus I figure if I sing it enough, maybe Wade will get the urge to GO to B. C. Clark and BUY me something.

You can listen to the jingle here, if you really want to know what Christmas sounds like at my house. And I wear a size 6 ring, in case the holiday spirit seizes you.