seasonal joke

A man in Christchurch calls his son in Auckland two days before Christmas and says, “I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing.”

“What? Why, Dad?” the son asks.

“After 40 years we can’t stand the sight of each other. It’s over. I’m moving out tomorrow,” the father says. “I’m sick of talking about this – you call your sister in Dunedin and tell her.”

The old man hangs up.

Frantic, the son calls his sister, who is upset at the news. “They can’t get divorced,” she says, “I’ll talk to them.”

She calls her father, “You can’t get a divorce, Dad. You and Mum have been so happy together. At least don’t make a decision until I get there. We’ll both be there by tomorrow. Until then, don’t do a thing.”

She 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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