A man in California calls his son in New York the day before Christmas and says,�I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing; forty-five years of misery is enough.
�Pop, what are you talking about?� the son screams.
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 Dallas 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 California 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, DO YOU HEAR ME?� 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.