ZANABIA WOOL DAY: When Warmth Got a Personality

If winter in ZANABIA had a calendar highlight, it would circle Wool Day in three colors, underline it twice, and add a tiny doodle of a mitten doing jazz hands. Celebrated on 24 December, Wool Day is not just about staying warm—it’s about staying wonderfully ridiculous while doing so. This year’s surprise stars were the Woolybay family of Goatheads, making their grand, horn-first debut in the town square. Tailors by tradition, designers by instinct, and comedians by accident, the Woolybays arrived with needles flashing, scarves flying, and opinions about stitch tension that could start friendly arguments across three snowbanks. Papa Woolybay—recognizable by his majestic curl of horns and a measuring tape permanently draped around his neck—declared that “wool must hug you like an old friend who won’t let go.” Mama Woolybay nodded solemnly while knitting a sweater and correcting someone else’s knitting and sipping hot cacao, all at the same time. Multitasking is genetic in Goatheads. The Zanabia town square turned into a living yarn basket. Mayor Hawthorn, feathers fluffed to heroic proportions, modeled a scarf so long it required a permit. Jeremiah the Frinter radiated extra heat to help dry freshly knitted socks, becoming an unofficial mobile radiator. Barnaby the elephant-retriever hybrid tried to remember where he left his mittens, forgot, found a ball instead, and declared the day a success anyway. Children ran about wrapped in sweaters that were intentionally one size too big—“room for joy,” the Woolybays insisted. Sky-Buns swooped low, attempting to steal colorful yarn balls, only to be bribed into good behavior with carrot-shaped earmuffs. Even the snow seemed to fall slower, as if pausing to admire the patterns. At the center table, the Woolybay family unveiled their masterpiece: a festive, tree-patterned sweater stitched with tiny symbols of ZANABIA itself—mountains, mittens, and one discreet flying rabbit. Applause erupted. Someone cried. Someone else asked if it came in blue. As twilight settled and lanterns glowed, Zanabians realized something important. Wool Day wasn’t really about wool. It was about warmth—passed hand to hand, laugh to laugh, stitch by slightly crooked stitch. And with the Woolybay Goatheads now officially part of town life, ZANABIA felt cozier than ever. Winter could stay. ZANABIA was ready. 🧶✨