A Christmas Divorce

A man in  Phoenix calls his son in New York a week before  Christmas and says, "I hate to ruin your holiday season, but I have to tell  you that your mother and I are divorcing; forty-five years of misery is  enough.

"Dad, what are you talking about?" the son asks.

We  can't stand the sight of each other any longer," the father says. "We're  sick of each other, and I'm sick of talking about this, so you call your  sister in Chicago and tell her."

Frantic, the  son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. "Like heck they're getting  divorced," she shouts, "I'll take care of this." She calls Phoenix immediately, and  screams at her father, "You are NOT getting divorced. Don't do a single thing  until I get there. I'm calling my brother back, and we'll both be there  tomorrow. Until then, don't do a thing." and hangs  up.

The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. "Okay" he  says, "they're coming for Christmas and paying their own  way."