Well, I lived on a council estate. And worked full time whilst DH stayed home to care for DD1.
I'd have to say most of the people who we met who lived there worked, at least part-time and many full-time, but in low wage jobs like care assistant, supermarket staff, nursery assistants or teachers, hospital workers, retired folks, carers, foster parents, etc.
These are the people who help our elderly parents in care and nursing homes, play with our children at school, deliver your groceries, clean the toilets and floors where you ate or shopped, make the bed in the hotel room where you spent your weekend away.
These are my friends, my relatives, my husband and the father of my children.
And I have to say, I am priviledged to have met some of the nicest folks I've ever met there - still in touch with quite a few.
So spare a thought for the children who might live a very deprived life otherwise, and don't give me twaddle about how bad they could have it in Africa.
Because this is the UK, and poverty and deprivation are just as much a reality for millions of children here as anywhere else.
How can you spoil a kid when you live on minimum wage or benefits?
Worse than that, how can you begrudge a child a good Christmas because of their parents' financial circumstance, no matter what it is (as if it's anyone's damn business)?