I was first in the queue at the Party Glitter Table where a sweet lass armed with cotton buds, Vaseline and small pots of glitter in various sparkly colours, was preparing to decorate the cheeks of all the party guests.
The Youngest of the Darling Daughters suggested, kindly, that perhaps I should allow the 37 five and six year olds attending the party to visit the Glitter Table first before I took my place in front of the mirror to see if I could be transformed into, if
not the fairest, then possibly the most glittery of them all.
There I was, wearing my Jolly Christmas Jumper, at a fifth birthday disco party organised for twins
Tala and Lilia, by their proud parents. The venue was the Hook Community Hall and my daughter, Middle of the Darling Daughters, had engaged the services of an amazing DJ called Chris. He knew just how to keep the young’uns completely captivated while
their parents and the Party Crew (of which I am just one member) were able to enjoy the occasion without having to do too much in the way of Keeping Control. Very unlike the children’s birthday parties I used to hold in my house when the Foursome were
young where every time I tried to escape into the kitchen to do something relaxing - like washing up - Mr B would thrust me back into the living room with an agonised: “Don’t leave them alone in there, whatever you do!”
At the Twinkles’ party, there was a Snack Station where, at the appointed time, the party guests could help themselves to assorted goodies; a Drink Station with paper cups and
bottles of water and squash for the Thirsty Ones; and, set out in the kitchen, tea, coffee and cakes for the grown-ups who were encouraged to visit for refreshments whenever they felt the need. As parties go, it was a Miracle of Organisation.
The Twins looked totally enchanting in identical sequinned jump suits and silver slippers. I am, of course, biased but everyone there would have agreed, I’m sure. As befits
the Birthday Girls, they were in the thick of everything - whether skipping, bouncing, or hanging onto their cousin Jack’s trousered leg so that he had to drag them around with him if he wanted to move. “Everybody bounce!” the DJ commanded.Thirty-seven
littlu’uns bounced as if their lives depended on it. That was followed by a game of Simon Says, the first of a number of games with small prizes as rewards for the winners. Meanwhile at the Party Glitter Table, the whole of the Party Crew (including
the Trio’s father “Rules Is Rules” and me) seized the opportunity to get All Glittered Up.
So lovely for me to have all three Darling Daughters
and three of the oldest grandchildren there. In between being dragged onto the floor by one of the Rascally Trio with the request “Will you be my grown-up?” we all managed to have a lovely catch-up on all our news.
I do like a party to work towards a fitting climax and especially one which includes those time-honoured classics “The Hokey Cokey” and the Conga. No party is complete without them in my
book. Lilia (Youngest of the Twins by one important minute) was on her way out to the loo when she was hastily called back for the ceremonial singing of Happy Birthday and the Blowing Out Of Candles, always the most heart-warming moment of any birthday celebration.
Finally, foam was pumped out above the children’s heads as they squealed in delight, holding their hands aloft to catch the falling “snow” to the accompaniment of “Merry Christmas, everyone.” A magical end to a spectacular
Back home there were dozens of presents to open, the Middle of the Darling Daughters being of the view that it was better to get the Great Present
Opening over and done with, after which each individual present could be enjoyed over time. I was proud of Young Faris who handled the task of giving out his sisters’ presents while knowing there were none for him with considerable aplomb. I guess Father
Christmas would sympathise...
The Trio were so exhausted they were in bed by six o’clock. It was all that bouncing about that did it. As for me, I was too
excited to sleep. I checked my face in the bathroom mirror before bed but, sadly, all the glitter had worn off.
It didn’t matter too much, to be honest,
because in my head I was replaying every moment of the whole glittering occasion...