Do not buy these. I repeat: Do NOT buy these. If you do, you'll be sorry. Your three-year-old will ask you 435 times a day if she can have one. After you've said no for the 436th time, she'll start sneaking them. You'll put them up high, but she'll have a stash somewhere so that, every time you see her, she has one in her hand. There will be red Oreo creme ground into your carpet. There will be black chunks everywhere. You might think they are chunks of dirt (sometimes they are) until you see the tell-tale signs of creme and saliva around the edges. Finally, when you just can't take it anymore, you will be forced to go into the kitchen, open the package and eat all remaining Winter Oreos, just to eliminate the trouble. It won't matter if there are 3 or 23 left. You have to eat them all in order to stop enabling the three-year-old to eat herself into a diabetic coma by 3:00 each afternoon.
Please save yourself the trouble I've been through. Do NOT buy these cookies.