No. J2K1-120

"Put'er there, little missy!" says the kindly, hooded Christ, grasping the tot's tiny palm in the classic Nazareth soul-grip. "I realize I'm not Babe Ruth and therefore cannot offer you a signed baseball and promises of belting one out of the park in this afternoon's game as you lie on your sickbed, but what say I just gaze into your eyes and cure that polio or leprosy??! Whatever it is, it doesn't matter, because I'm Jesus Christ and I can make it happen!"

But who are those other people? They're obviously overjoyed about something, though, if you can make him out, there's a chap in the back corner wearing what appears to be a Santa hat who looks quite disturbed.