I swear a sitcom could be written on this topic. I remember when my Grandmother came to town. She hated when I used my cane in public. It shamed her somehow. She took me to a Christmas Eve mass and it was totally dark outside without even street lamps in the parking lot. I pulled out my cane and she slapped my hand and said, "Surely you don't need that now!" Um, if I didn't need it then I didn't need it all, ever.

Any other good visually impaired Christmas stories?