Our traditions go WAY back! Mongo and Ork used to come over to our cave with Tonga and Jim (the black sheep of the family). We'd sit around the campfire and exchange gifts of rocks, spears, and Yak antlers. Then we would all head out for the annual mastodon hunt. But sometimes we couldn't find one, so we settled for a woolly mammoth. Either way, the Christmas meal was always a good one!
Ah good times!
We're not as ambitious any more. Nowadays, we just hang out in the living room, drink beer and watch football!
