Maybe they were white trash fairies

So I walked outside to get the mail, and I heard this lovely tinkling sound. It was the sound of a thousand fairies tripping and skipping down the street, their natural sparkle translating into tinkly music. I looked all around, trying to find the source. Were there fairies? Was someone ringing bells? Did Santa make a return trip? And then there it was. A tall, lone beer can being whipped down the street by the wind. Magical.