Christmas Prep Work at ZANABIA in Full Swing 🎄❄️

In ZANABIA, Christmas doesn’t arrive quietly. It tiptoes in on snow-dusted boots, knocks over a basket of yarn, borrows a scarf, and then stays for hot cacao. The bonfire crackles at the heart of town, where wings, hooves, paws, and hands circle the flames with steaming mugs held carefully—because nobody wants to be the one who spills cacao on a borrowed mitten. Stories fly as freely as the Sky-Buns, who insist they are not showing off, even while hovering perfectly level with the banner. On the frozen pond, hockey is less a sport and more a polite disagreement resolved with sticks, laughter, and the occasional elephant-sized save. Goals are celebrated whether they go in the net or simply slide somewhere “interesting.” Fair play is sacred. Falling over is mandatory. Meanwhile, Wool Day preparations have taken over the square. Goathead Zanabians—master tailors by ancient tradition—measure, stitch, argue about sleeve length, then agree that everything looks better with one more row of green. Sweaters grow trees, stars, and stories. Scarves multiply mysteriously. Someone swears the yarn baskets refill themselves overnight. Children float, quite literally, between tasks—testing wing warmers, practicing landings, and reminding everyone that Christmas joy is lighter when shared. Elders supervise with smiles, ensuring no one forgets the most important rule of ZANABIA winter: warm hearts first, warm hands second. As lights glow in the windows and snow settles into a softer silence, ZANABIA hums with cheerful chaos. Nothing is rushed. Nothing is perfect. And everything—absolutely everything—is ready. Because in ZANABIA, Christmas isn’t a day. It’s a feeling, carefully knitted, passed hand to hand, and worn together.