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Thanks to Mary Lou for sending this one!

A man in Phoenix 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 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, 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."
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