Someone could be fooled into thinking Hearth's Warming was already here with all the merry bells sounding at every street corner from Canterlot to Manehatten. Bell carolers clinging and clanging out of tune but still as merry as could be, yearly volunteer workers ringing to win over passing ponies to give some bits to the poor; a bell was a bell, and they were singing as jolly as could be. Hearth's Warming was still a few weeks off, but the spirit filled Equestria no matter where you found yourself.