Marley was Dead
A young man and woman come into the pub with a kid (a boy? a girl?) and immediately begin operations like soldiers fielding a weapon that could go boom. They're in town for Christmas (I have big ears, Red Riding Crop) and escaping his parents but they had to take the kid.
On the pub television, Poland watches something part game show, part variety show, first dancers, then a contest and prizes, then dancers again. A half-dozen very white teevee-attractive young men and women choreo across the stage while another teevee-attractive white guy sings "No Woman, No Cry" in an approximated Jamaican-English accent.
The couple's kid stands on the pub carpet and does the traditional knee-bend dance that is handed down from toddler to toddler.