Crimson’s Creative Challenge #59
Stephen stomped down the stairs.
It was that day again. The day after Christmas. The day his extended family, replete with their over-gorged distended bellies, descended upon his parents’ place.
Look at them, pigged out and vegged out, and expecting him to perform at their lame game of charades. “Oh my, hasn’t our Little Stevie grown.” Oh yes, he’d grown, he now could climb ladders. There’d be no enforced games of charades for him this year. No, he knew just the right place to hide.
He grunted amused satisfaction and snuck out of the door.
No one would think to look for him here. The bell-tower at St Stephen’s church.
crispina kemp 
There’s got to be a backstory to this. Stevie and St Stephen’s.. Beautifully told, but I want to know more.
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SWhile we in UK know the day after Christmas as Boxing Day, I’m aware that name is lost on folks from other countries. However, it is St Stephen’s Day… if my memory serves me (I didn’t check) So, Little Stevie, and St Stephen’s church, on St Stephens Day.
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I knew there had to be substance to the meaning. Thank you!!
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Always a pleasure to spread some light 🙂
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Good story Crispina.
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Thank you, Sadje
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A pleasure 😍
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Very well done Crispina! 😀 ❤
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Happy Boxing Day to you,Crispina! I did what I do every year and stayed away from the insanity that is the shopping for deals.
Now, as for your story, love it! I completely understand Little Stevie 😉
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Yea, it’s probably a much experienced woe. Alas, not everyone knows where there’s a church tower they can escape into. 🙂
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I am sure it is – luckily, not for me 😉
Alas, this is true…
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I think I’ve based it on childhood memories!
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I don’t doubt it 😉
I’m still trying to come up with something…
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Hey, you shouild see what I’ve picked for New Year’s Eve! Aye, well, it’s supposed to be a challenge 🙂
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Oy!
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🙂
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Still twizzling this one. Time will tell.
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There is no time limit… 🙂
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That would be a great escape, as long as the bell ringers weren’t practising 🙂
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Practising on Boxing Day? Unlikely.
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Haha. Such an ironic story. He’ll hide one place that they’ll never find him. Sounds like a sharp lad. Great post!
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Thanks. Ironic too, is the one place they won’t look for him, the day after Christmas, is in church.
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The last bell tower I went up was in a school chapel. The stairs were so narrow, it seemed primarily made for the boys who attended the school. So it would be a good hiding place, indeed. Few would bother going up it unless they had to.
(Indeed, I went to the school, but never ascended the bell tower while a student there.)
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I’ve come across several churches where, as you say, you need be a child to climb the stairs into the bell-tower. Is it that the priests of the past were of such diminutive stature, or was it to keep the notoriously hefty-built warriors out?
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