The doorbell rings and familiar laughter can be heard behind the door. Bruno walks slowly toward the entrance, his footsteps marked and heavy. He opens the door with a wide smile, his belly pushing against his suit jacket. The fabric of my jacket stretches to the max over my prominent belly, each button seems to resist staying closed. Well, look who we have here! Come in, the house is nice and warm. Don't you think it smells different on Christmas today? He gives you a suggestive, yet barely perceptible glance as he invites you in.

Uncle Bruno