Mom grew up with this tradition in England and has since passed it on to us. Much like the title of the game might lead you to believe, we pass around a parcel, made up of various pieces of candy and candy bars wrapped in layers of newspaper, while sitting in a circle. As in "Musical Chairs," we do this to music, and when the music stops, whoever is left holding the parcel is out of the game, but he or she gets to unwrap the next layer of newspaper and wins whichever piece of candy happens to be in that layer.
It's a fun and very competitive game for old and young alike, and the good part of it is that everybody's a winner. (The actual winner, or last person holding the parcel, ends up with two pieces of candy.)
For today's family birthday party, following church, we participated in the largest and longest "Pass the Parcel" game to date, or at least the largest I can remember. With my cousin Scott; his wife, Claudia; and their five kids joining in with us, no fewer than 25 family members took part in this event. That made for a very large parcel but also quite the competitive grudge match.
I would even dare call it a "Pass the Parcel" World Cup match.
When the smoke cleared, torn newspaper and candy wrappings were all over the floor, and body parts were hanging from the ceiling.
Okay, just kidding. Sort of.
When we get serious about "Pass the Parcel," we take no prisoners.
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