A man in Chicago calls his son in New York the day before Christmas and says, â€œI hate to ruin Christmas this year, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing; forty-five years of misery is enough.â€
â€œPop, what are you talking about?â€ the son screams. â€œWe canâ€™t stand the sight of each other any longer,â€ the father says. â€œWeâ€™re sick of each other, and Iâ€™m sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Atlanta and tell her.â€
Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. â€œLike hell theyâ€™re getting divorced,â€ she shouts, â€œIâ€™ll take care of this.â€
She calls Chicago immediately, and screams at her father, â€œYou are NOT getting divorced. Donâ€™t do a single thing until I get there. Iâ€™m calling my brother back and weâ€™ll both be there tomorrow. Until then, donâ€™t do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?â€ and hangs up.
The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. â€œOkay,â€ he says, â€œtheyâ€™re coming for Christmas and paying their own way.â€