People are too uptight about race. Here in our Hawaiian Islands where our ethnic fruit salad is all mixed up, we deal with the ticklish naturally. We just laugh about it.
Brenda’s workplace hosted a company Christmas party (at which I offered one smoking prayer). We took our two young granddaughters, who happen to be basically Hawaiian-Samoan, thus golden brown. They sat beside me, one of the few white guys (unless technically you count my Cherokee great grandmother) in the room. Santa made a grand entrance replete with jingling bells and ho ho’s. Sporting typical red garb, the kids could handle a slightly slimmed Santa, chalking it up to a low-carb diet. Yet first one, then the other grumbled to me that Santa was too dark-complected to be the genuine article! They concluded he was the same Hawaiian guy who earlier made announcements during festivities.
There is a rational explanation. Proof positive of global warming. With polar icecaps melting, Santa is getting too much sun.
So, lighten up....so to speak.