At least, the spirit thereof. See, when I was a wee lad, there was this guy (I forget his real name now) who was known as Santa. Around the time I started losing my baby teeth and started believing in the tooth fairy, this guy, Santa, had an accident, and being who he was, did not have health insurance for the medical care he needed. The newspapers asked for donations, and I sent in the money the tooth fairy had left a couple nights ago. A couple years later, Santa was doing a photo-op/"tell me what you want for christmas this year" things, and I went. Being the believing child that I was, I told him that I wanted his hat for christmas. Imagine my surprise when that Christmas Eve, there was a knock on the front door, and in walked Santa, hat extended.
I rode with him in the Thanksgiving Day parade one year, and my family and I went to a pizza party with him later that evening.
While this gentleman is no longer with us, the spirit of Santa Claus was alive within him, and to many children he WAS Santa.