The day before Christmas, a man in Phoenix phoned his son in New York City.
“I hate to ruin your day,” the man said, “but I’m calling to tell you that your mother and I are getting a divorce.”
The son was aghast. “Pop, what are you talking about?” he said. “You and Mom have been married for forty years!”
“Yes, and forty years of misery is enough,” the father said. “We can’t stand the sight of each other. And I’m sick of talking about this, so you call your sister and tell her.”
Frantically, the son called his sister in Chicago. When he told her the news, she hit the roof.
“No way in hell are they getting divorced!” she said. “I’ll take care of this.”
She called her father in Phoenix.
“You and Mom are not getting divorced!” she said. “Don’t do a 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?”
“Yes, dear,” the father said. He hung up the phone and turned to his wife and smiled.
“Honey, it worked!” he said. “They’ll both be home for Christmas, and they’re paying their own way!”