Reminds me of something that happened to me when I was playing Santa in a shopping mall. A boy of around 10 sat in my lap and asked to get his older brother back who had recently died in a car crash. I had to call his mother over so we could have a talk.
Always for them.
Pointing them to Him.
Wow. If I was the Santa for something like that event, I would be done for the day. Fini. “Mrs. Claus, you’re on your own. Santa needs to take a break, and visit my Christmas Workshop to check on all my Elves and Reindeer! I will be busy for the rest of the day. Sorry kids!”
Hopefully, they don’t peep out the window and see me drive away in my black Crown Victoria.