An Irish Christmas

A man in Ireland calls his son in Dublin the day before Christmas Eve and says,
"I hate to ruin your holiday but I have to tell you that your mom and I are divorcing; thirty-five years of hell is long enough".

"Dad, what are you talking about?'" the son yells.

"We can't stand the sight of each other any more", the father says. "We're sick of each other and I'm sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in London and tell her".

The son calls his sister, who explains everything on the phone, "Like hell they're getting divorced", she shouts, "I'll take care of this".

She calls Ireland right away and screams at her father, "You are NOT getting divorced. Don't do a single thing until I get there and fix this. I'm calling my brother back and we'll both be arriving tomorrow. Until then, don't do a single thing" and she hangs up the phone.

The old man hangs up and turns to his wife.
"Okay! They're coming for Christmas - and they're paying their own way."

Forwarded by Margaret M.

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