The horse and carriage is a timeless treasure.
There’s a special kind of nostalgia that occurs during the Christmas season, missing at other times of the year. I was overtaken with joy when I saw this horse and buggy carriage down the street. There are a number of things that come to mind, the story of Cinderella, history of Dr. Abbott from Abbott Laboratories (where I previously worked at Abbott Park, IL), Little House on the Prairie, and of course Santa Claus in his sled with reindeer flying over the rooftops to deliver toys on Christmas Day!
Throughout history there has been political, economic, and social factors that have changed the landscape of America. But it was the medical profession which controlled life and death. A doctor brought me into this world and was trained in chicken pox, scarlet fever, appendicitis, broken bones, and all those other accidental and childhood infectious diseases which saved lives! My family doctor wasn’t afraid of anything, and to tell the truth, he was very courageous, surrounded by loyal patients, nurses, his peers and children who always received a lollipop. I regret that there aren’t many doctors who spend quality time with their patients… perhaps there are legal restrictions, government regulations, who knows!
The advancement of the science and art of medicine has changed since the day I was born. The standards of government has altered life in every aspect imaginable. But I can still dream and control my thoughts. Laughter is the best medicine, such as this comment I recently received from one of my previous posts from member of ActiveRain & friend from D.C., Claude Labbe - "It's a pity for those kids that grow up and lose their innocence. As for me, I'm still holding out hope, I think Santa is real, the elves work their magic and snowmen can dance. That helps me keep the spirit of Christmas and of life."
In honor of this special season of the year, I think we should all get comfortable and bring to our attention those activities we had as children that kept us up at night with hope and not anxiety, and let go of any fear brought on by the media. If you're old enough to remember a time when T.V. was limited, let it go, let the snowy thoughts of Merry Christmas linger longer. Stay with those good thoughts, the smell of cookies baking in the oven, forget about diabetes, weight gain, and how you look to other people. Remember those toys you received as kids and regardless of where they came from, or who made them, weren't they fun to have! Think about the first time you saw a child open up a toy you might have given them at Christmas and remember how their faces lit up like the lights on a Christmas tree, or how happy the baby was to climb inside of a box and toss the toy across the floor.
The Christmas season is here now and I'm not going to let anyone play mind games with me. This is the time to be merry and remember the true meaning of Christmas. You have to dream, live a little, love a lot, and remember the good today, tomorrow, and always.