>…You arrive at your parents house Christmas morning to find your wheelchair waiting by the front door. And discover that the reason your Christmas Stocking (or shiny purple gift bag in this case) wasn’t in the traditional end of the bed position wasn’t because you live alone but because what better place for a crip’s gifts than their wheelchair?
Also: you know you have a Christmas Day birthday when it gets to mid morning before people go “oh yeah, Happy Birthday!”
And finally you know it’s Christmas at my parents house when you’re asked to help peel the potatoes. Only 11lbs worth for four of you. And you know you’ve got CP when helping ends with you absolutely covered in peelings.