Santa is white only when he slips and falls off his sleigh into a snow bank. When covered with snow, he is white; otherwise, you’re right, Santa is multi-cultural, multi-racial, and, even multi-gender. If you are in doubt, just look closely at the provider of the toys in each household, and you will find that Santa fits the description of that main provider, rather father, mother, or main friend of the framily. In my personal life, I always visualized Santa Claus as being in the form of Woodrow, my father, because I knew in my heart that he is where my toys always came. I knew he could do anything, even fly across the world in a sleigh with a team of reindeer if he had to as well as climb down and out of a chimney. (At the time, my world only consisted of the distance from one horizon to the other anyway, making that not so very hard to believe.) You may call me stupid if you like, but this is how I personally answered that epermeral question that I hear asked every year, Is there a Danta Claus? Of course, there is Virginia. There is a Santa Claus if you have a loving Dad or a loving Mom. If you don’t have that, then you are in hurting status anyway, and the question does not really apply.