The first time I remember going to London as a young child—maybe even my very first trip—we went to visit Santa at Selfridges.
“And what would you like for Christmas?” he asked.
“A car,” I replied (confidently).
“You want a toy car?” he chuckled (stupidly).
“No… a real one,” came my (obvious) answer.
“I’ll see what I can do.” (no chuckle.)
(He did not do well.)