If you give a Sean a Santa, well he's going to ask for nothing in particular, just a sort of basking in his magical Santa glory. That sweet Sean he's three and such a very young three, so very enthused about every little bit of little magical bit this world has to offer.
And he'll ask that Santa to whisper Christmas secrets, and if he whispers some right back, well, he's likely to get that Santa to reveal far too much, that sweet Sean has that effect.
And they'll giggle. Together. And the passerby's will sigh, sweet sighs.
And sweet Sean will stay on that Santa's lap for far too long, neither of them paying any mind to the crowd forming or the Japanese tourist, unrelated to us, taking repeated photos with his camera... and that Sean and his Santa will smile knowingly, as if they'd both decided despite the slightly creepy factor of a stranger taking their picture, that well, of course that strange Japanese tourist is on the nice list, and of course all is well with the world...
If you give a Sean a Santa.
P.S. Sweet Sean is also not likely to find it the least bit suspicious when he sees a completely different Victorian-esque Santa at the Macy's down the street and crawls right on up onto his lap for a good long sit. Of course.