A man in Newfoundland called his son in Calgary two days before Christmas and said, "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 replied.
"We can´t stand to be in the same house with each other any longer," the father said. "We´ve grown tired of each other, and I´m sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Vancouver and tell her."
Frantic, the son called his sister, who exploded on the phone. "No way they´re getting divorced!" she shouted, "I´ll take care of this." She called Newfoundland immediately and screamed 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 by tomorrow. Until then, don´t do a thing. DO YOU HEAR ME?" and hung up.
The old man hung up his phone and turned to his wife. "Okay," he said, "they´re coming for Christmas and paying their own way."