Today, in October, in the heart of autumn, all day long I hear the jubilant tune of the Christmas “Jingle Bells”.
The sound of cheerful bells does not come from the radio or TV, why would they broadcast it now, but is heard through various improvised household items.

Mom is in the kitchen whisking the dough for pancakes with a whisk - and I listen to a clear and harmonious melody of cheerful bells.
Moreover, it does not come out on purpose.
So for some reason it happened. The neighbors behind the wall are making repairs, knocking with a hammer, and again - a Christmas melody.

Like Santa Claus flying over the city, he made a stop, choosing our window sill. He sits on it, chatting with his legs, and whistles a cheerful song from the heart.
It is not heard, but the soul, in some incomprehensible way, responds in response, and the hands themselves beat off the desired tune.

Why all of a sudden in October I hear a Christmas song about merry bells?
Probably, Santa Claus, preparing for Christmas in advance, flies around the world in search of people's desires, so that later on the holiday itself they will be fulfilled.
He secretly sits down on the windowsills and listens to our thoughts in order to snatch true desires from the powerful stream of all sorts of things.

Maybe right now he is sitting outside your window. Listen! Doesn't it sound like a perky melody somewhere?
"Jingle Bells! Jingle Bells! Jingle Bells!"