No photographs were left of her. He, too, destroyed those. Protectiveness surrounds Big Daddy Santa like a ring of fraternity from those who he has touched like a caring grandfather does to all his grandchildren standing at his knee. Affection is given without affectation, both ways. But best of all, B.K. Cox excels when he stands on the street promenade and delights all with his stagecraft of proclaiming . . .
Little children become shrill with shovefuls of glee.
B.K. is in his egalitarian element at best. His body language is Christmas from head to toe. Composure is composed of Merrie Wonderland igniting wonderfully across his Santa face. Snow flakes dance the dance of Christmastide. Evergreens dressed in ornaments of Bethlehem blue, Royal red, and Godly green make so special the Christmas Tree.