I have never had that problem myself because I was born a Catholic. However, I have seen witless children that got little or nothing any time.
Once, for instance, I was at the Grand Boasting Session. There was one family that was obviously poor, as they drove about 120 km (close to 80 miles) one way to save on the motel rooms. The children had a crap pair of binoculars that came from a Happy Meal, and were quite enthralled with that. I looked through them, and even though things were bigger, they were not clearer. The next day, I came with some toy calculators that cost me about $4 each--and they were thrilled with that. Good thing Brother Hounder didn't see that.
Another time, I went visiting the only "elder" that I actually had a measure of respect for (and who was reproved for something the other hounders made up). I knew the children there were very poor, and for reasons beyond the parents' control. (And this was not a racial profile--white children can be just as poor as black ones). I came with some goodies (in the middle of October) wrapped in plain paper, as if they were Christmas presents. They had some fun opening them up, and a lot of fun playing with them. In all, that cost me around $100. But it was worth every penny to see them happy.
Yet another time, there was this "sister" (about 55 years old) that had a granddaughter that was being pulled out by worldly parents (one of them an abusive stepfather). At the Supreme Boasting Session (what year, I do not want Brother Hounder to know to protect the identity), I gave her a portable tape player and several decent-quality tapes with music recorded from my CDs. That cost me about $50 plus about 8 hours of time to record the music. (No, I didn't put any filthy rap music on those tapes.) Another time I had to be sneaky because Brother Hounder would have had a stroke had I got caught.
And, no I never gave the hounders' children a damn thing. Most of them were poor because of their own free will, not circumstances beyond their control. And they believed that anything nice would only make them materialistic. And that is why, when I did give something to those I felt deserving, I had to keep it hidden from Brother Hounder--who would tell me to put it in the Worldwide Pedophile Defense Fund instead. And that is one "gift" I did not want to give those children--the "gift" of being molested by the hounders and then silenced about it.