If you like to read those sappy, impersonal, generic Christmas letters where parents brag about their children and themselves, then click here or on the link below to read ours:
If you don’t, then rest assured our family is doing well, and we hope you and your family are too.
We wish you and your family a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
Here’s Jeffrey’s love poem I referred to in the last post. I’m not going to put the name of the girl he wrote it to. 
I love you more than chicken nuggets
I love you more than pets,
than meat, and candy,
and Handy, and more than Heat!I love you more than clouds,
than electronics and Pokemon,
than rabbits and bits,
I love you more than fun!I love you more than computer.
I love you more than a quarter.
And I love you,
Because you’re so cute.
I love you forever.[Jeffrey aknowledges this poem is inspired by the poem, I Love you More than Applesauce]
These past couple of weeks have been Jeffrey week!
Jeffrey’s English teacher, Mrs. Vasbinder, had her students write poems, and then held a poetry night at the school. Jeffrey brought home a great poem that we though was really cool. Here it is:
I am from electronics, from Game Cubes, and steel.
I’m from the red brick, 4 bedrooms, and 2.5 bathroom house.
I’m from some trees and grass.
I’m from Cambodian New Year on April, long legs &
arms, Phal and Wayne, Mao and Wright.
I’m from complaining and sad.
I’m from “chillax”, and “THIS IS TAKING FOR 1,000,000 YEARS!!!!”
I’m from being a Deacon, passing the sacrament,
and holding the Aaronic Priesthood.
I’m from Bellflower, carrots, and bananas.
I’m from Mom during the Vietnam War, Khmer Rouge,
and my father’s father story.
That poem is so Jeffrey. Anyway, that wasn’t the poem he read at poetry night. Instead he read a love poem about a girl he has a crush on. I’ll post it later when I find it, but it started with “I love you more than chicken nuggets.” The target of his affection was also there, and Jeffrey pointed to her at the end of his poem, emmitting chuckles and “awes” from the auidience, and a young girl who turned bright red.
On Tuesday, Jeffrey wowed us with his musical talent. He started playing trumpet this semester, and he and 100+ other kids in the Stinson Middle School Beginning Band put on a Christmas Concert. I warned Phal before the concert to be prepared for a painful evening. I was wrong. The band sounded great! And they didn’t just play the little 2-line ditties from their beginning band book, but played actual sheet music arrangements of Christmas songs.
We’ve been amazed at and grateful for the talents Jeffrey has been developing, and feel lucky to have a great son. Given his condition and the fact that weren’t sure if he’d ever learn to talk, we never imagined so many years ago that he’d be reciting poetry and performing music.