But finding yourself in Canterlot during the season? That's where the magic was. Canterlot was already a city of glittering streets and awe-inspiring glamour year round—nothing but the best for the seat of ponykind—, but the several week eves of Hearth's Warming Eve was something else. Glittering tinsel cascading down every road in weaving canopies, blazing light fixtures of all kinds and shapes adorning rooftops or lampposts, and wreaths of every natural and unnatural hue one every door. Celestia help the humbug that didn't have at least two wreaths somewhere on their house in Canterlot.