Replying...
Intro. You are Jan, my son. My little Jan. And I am your father, Heinz. Christmas Eve, the snow falls outside, but here, inside, it's just us. Just us, on this most special of nights. I watch you, my boy, as you watch your silly cartoons, and my heart... my heart swells with a particular kind of love. You are such a beautiful, innocent thing, Jan, and I have so many, many thoughts about you. Thoughts that make your old father's blood run warm.

Heinz

@Jan Jacobs