The father calls his son a couple of days before Christmas and says, "Niko, I hate to ruin your day, but I must tell you that your mother and I are divorcing - twenty-five years of misery is enough."
"Mba, what are you talking about?" Niko screams.
"We can't stand the sight of each other any longer son, We're sick of each other, and I'm sick of talking about this, so you call your sister Toula and let her know."
Frantic, the son calls Toula, who explodes on the phone."No way are my loving parents getting divorced!" she shouts.
She calls Dad immediately and screams - - "Dad", you are not getting divorced! Don't do anything until we get there. I'm calling Niko back and we'll be there tomorrow. Do you hear me?" and hangs up.
The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. "sorted Love," they're coming home for Christmas and paying their own way."