Gerard in Switzerland calls his son Justin in Paris the day before Christmas Eve and says,
“I hate to ruin your day but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing; fifty years of misery is enough.”
‘Dad, what are you talking about?’ Justin screams.
“We can’t stand the sight of each other any longer” Gerard says.
“We’re sick of each other and I’m sick of talking about this, so you call your sister Winona in Manchester and tell her.”
Franticly, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. “Like hell they’re getting divorced!” Winona shouts, “I’ll take care of this!”
She calls Switzerland 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 understand me?” and hangs up.
The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. ‘Perfect!Justin and Winona are coming for Christmas and they’re paying their own way.’