A Christmas carol

It was a few weeks before Christmas on a dull, chill November morning when Jason and his parents came to see me. As I listened to the, alas, too familiar tale of a young boy, difficult and unreasonable at home who was misbehaving at school, my heart sank and I began to feel as depressed and hopeless as everyone in the room. Jason sat quietly, certainly not demonstrating the hyperactivity suggested by his teacher. Assessment and examination showed that he was a normal and intelligent boy, so was …