Po\u00e8me : <\/p>\n
MAGIE DE NO\u00cbL<\/strong><\/p>\n Quand \u00e0 la fin novembre, \u00a9\u00a0Oph\u00e9lia<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Po\u00e8me : MAGIE DE NO\u00cbL Quand \u00e0 la fin novembre, Aux derniers feux d’automne, On voit poindre d\u00e9cembre Que la neige couronne. Quand les grands sapins verts Quitteront la Finlande Pour un autre univers De contes, de l\u00e9gendes. Quand s’illumineront Les rues de nos villes, Quand s’\u00e9merveilleront Les yeux des enfants sages Devant tous les […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[51],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-799","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-editos-des-derniers-dimanches","7":"czr-hentry"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/steloi.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/799","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/steloi.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/steloi.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/steloi.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/steloi.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=799"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/steloi.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/799\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/steloi.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=799"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/steloi.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=799"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/steloi.org\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=799"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nAux derniers feux d’automne,
\nOn voit poindre d\u00e9cembre
\nQue la neige couronne.
\nQuand les grands sapins verts
\nQuitteront la Finlande
\nPour un autre univers
\nDe contes, de l\u00e9gendes.
\nQuand s’illumineront
\nLes rues de nos villes,
\nQuand s’\u00e9merveilleront
\nLes yeux des enfants sages
\nDevant tous les tr\u00e9sors
\n\u00c9tal\u00e9s en vitrines,
\nQue mille \u00e9toiles d’or
\nVers le r\u00eave acheminent,
\nAlors tout habit\u00e9s
\nDe ce petit bonhomme,
\nQue nous avons \u00e9t\u00e9
\nAvant d’\u00eatre des hommes,
\nLa magie de No\u00ebl
\nNous redonne la foi
\nVers un surnaturel
\nD’amour, d’espoir, de joie.
\nJoyeux No\u00ebl \u00e0 tous ! <\/em> <\/p>\n