A Scottish Christmas

[flying dog]

A man in Scotland calls his son in London 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; 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 father says.

 

“We're sick of each other and I'm sick of talking about this, so you call

 

your sister in Leeds and tell her.”

 

Franticly, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. “Like hell

 

they're getting divorced!” she shouts, “I'll take care of this!”

 

She calls Scotland 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 HEAR ME?” and hangs up.

 

The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. 'Sorted! They're

 

coming for Christmas - and they're paying their own way.'