A grey nomad travelling through Tasmania calls his son in Sydney 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 Queensland and tell her".
Frantically the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone, "No way they're getting divorced!” she shouts, "I'll take care of this!”
She calls her parents in Tasmania 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 we get there do NOT do a thing. DO YOU HEAR ME?" and hangs up.
Their father hangs up his phone and turns to his wife.
"It’s all sorted. They kids are coming for Christmas and they're paying their own way."
Well, we hope you enjoyed this little bit of Christmas humour, and perhaps put this idea aside for future reference.
Wherever you may be, whatever you choose to do, we wish you a lovely lovely Christmas from Grey Nomads Australia!