Family Christmas

An elderly man in Wales calls his son in London 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."

"Dad, what are you talking about?" the son screams.
"We can't stand the sight of each other any longer," the old man says.

"We're sick of each other, and I'm sick of talking about this, so you call
your sister in Birmingham and tell her," and he hangs up.

Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone.
"Like hell they're getting a divorce," she shouts, "I'll take care of this."

She calls Cornwall immediately, and screams at the old man, "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 too, and turns to his wife.
"Okay," he says, "they're coming for Christmas".