A childhood belief about father christmas

I was 5 yrs. old and living with my aunt and uncle in the little hotel they owned. I had a little toy red piano. At night, a few days before Christmas, I would sit in the middle of the living room floor banging on it singing,"Jingle Bells". They turned the lights off, with only the tree lights glowing,and sat in their rockers watching me stare at the big window while banging on the piano, waiting for Santa to look in to see if I was being a good girl. Unbeknownst to me, my uncle had rigged a wire behind his chair running all the way to the outside of the window. There was a big cowbell attached to it. During my performance for Santa, my uncle would reach behind his chair and pull the wire, ringing the bell! I would fly terrified into my aunts lap screaming, "I've been good, Santa! I've been good!" On Christmas morning they would put a little dirt on the window sill to indicate that Santa had indeed come through the window to deliver my presents. That was 58 yrs. ago and I love them for being so involved in my life and providing me with such good memories.