a tale of forbidden platonic man-crush

I frequently pass the UPS man who comes to our office in the afternoons. He shows up right as I am getting ready to ride; he’s going in and out, I’m going in and out, we cram through the doorway in opposite directions together like 4 times a week. My first instinct every day is to go “Welcome Brown Santa!” cause everyone loves the UPS man.   This particular UPS man is black, so I have not done that, cause even though I love the UPS man, I don’t want to say something that might be construed as hurtful or offensive.   And no one wants to offend Santa!   So every day I get ready to ride, he says hi to me and I say hi to him, but deep down I long to say “Thank you Brown Santa!”