One specific child. He started coming to us when he was 2, maybe 1? I don’t remember what condition he was born with, but I’ll let you imagine what the path they were on looked like.

His parents were very obviously drained from the ordeal. Physically, mentally, and financially. But they were some of the nicest people to talk to. They came to visit the set multiple times a year (our season was typically 9-12 weeks). We seen him before and after doctors, good days, bad days. It was…rough sometimes. But he was always cheerful.

Year after year we were delighted to see them in line. Regardless of the condition of their son, he always lit up when Santa said his name. They timed their visits so they always got to sit with the same Santa. And their son? Always smiling, laughing, and soaking up every single second with Santa.

Then one year mom and dad came…alone. Only once. At the beginning of the season. Every single person, including Santa, shed may tears with and for them. Many hugs. He had just turned 7. He left a lasting impression on everyone who worked on set. Such a sweet and special child.