This is one of the first Santa Clauses I knew: My uncle Big Boy.
He was my mama's youngest brother and sometimes he'd dress up as Santa.
I was disappointed the first time I saw him as Santa until mama explained that Santa couldn't be everywhere at one time so he often sent out his "helpers" to make sure no one was left out. I could work with that and loved sitting on his lap to tell him what I wanted for Christmas.
He had a rough voice. Sounded like he drank a lot of whiskey and smoked a lot of cigarettes. He didn't do either. He was large, strong, handsome, and very gentle. He was a sweetie.
Uncle Big Boy is on my mind this morning.