A girl with a tired, sad face
looks down at her blank-eyed child.
I looked at the faces around me,
Stressed, depressed, spirits oppressed,
All were pale and grey.

At the stop by the supermarket
A boy, lithium imbalanced,
plunged up the steps in a rush,
yelling ‘Merry Christmas!’
at the top of his wildly filled lungs.

A modern Bob Scratchit, I thought.
They call them chavs these days.