{"id":15823,"date":"2012-12-24T05:30:28","date_gmt":"2012-12-24T04:30:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=15823"},"modified":"2012-12-24T05:30:33","modified_gmt":"2012-12-24T04:30:33","slug":"en-attendant-santa-claus","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=15823","title":{"rendered":"En attendant Santa Claus &#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Moi j&rsquo;aime \u00eatre le lutin du P\u00e8re No\u00ebl.<\/p>\n<p>Trouver des surprises auxquelles il n&rsquo;a pas pens\u00e9,<br \/>\nChercher des cachettes \u00e0 tous ses paquets,<br \/>\nEnvelopper les pr\u00e9sents en secret,<br \/>\nEn attendant ce soir.<\/p>\n<p>Lui raconter encore et encore l&rsquo;histoire de Rudolf,<br \/>\nLaisser\u00a0 le lait et les biscuits,<br \/>\nLe sentir tr\u00e9pignant d&rsquo;impatience d&rsquo;\u00eatre d\u00e9j\u00e0 demain,<br \/>\nSavoir qu&rsquo;il essayera d&rsquo;apercevoir Santa.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" data-attachment-id=\"15824\" data-permalink=\"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?attachment_id=15824\" data-orig-file=\"https:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/xmas-by-libelul.jpg\" data-orig-size=\"540,385\" data-comments-opened=\"1\" data-image-meta=\"{&quot;aperture&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;credit&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;camera&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;caption&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;created_timestamp&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;copyright&quot;:&quot;&quot;,&quot;focal_length&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;iso&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;shutter_speed&quot;:&quot;0&quot;,&quot;title&quot;:&quot;&quot;}\" data-image-title=\"xmas-by-libelul\" data-image-description=\"\" data-image-caption=\"\" data-medium-file=\"https:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/xmas-by-libelul-450x320.jpg\" data-large-file=\"https:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/xmas-by-libelul.jpg\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-15824\" alt=\"xmas-by-libelul\" src=\"http:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/xmas-by-libelul.jpg\" width=\"540\" height=\"385\" srcset=\"https:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/xmas-by-libelul.jpg 540w, https:\/\/libelul.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/12\/xmas-by-libelul-450x320.jpg 450w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 540px) 100vw, 540px\" \/><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: left\">Et nous lever en pleine nuit,<br \/>\nPoser notre amour au pied du sapin,<br \/>\nAvoir du mal \u00e0 retrouver le sommeil,<br \/>\nGagn\u00e9s par l&rsquo;impatience de le voir s&rsquo;\u00e9merveiller demain.<\/p>\n<p>La magie d&rsquo;\u00eatre devenus Lutin \u00e0 notre tour,<br \/>\nEt lui transmettre le pouvoir de croire en l&rsquo;impossible.<br \/>\n<strong><br \/>\nWishing you a very Merry X-mas !<\/p>\n<p><\/strong><em>In memory of X-mas 1980. The best ever.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>Thank you so much Mum for all the beautiful X-mas memories I have.<\/em><br \/>\n<em>I will cherish them forever.<\/em><strong> Love.<br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<a href=\"https:\/\/libelul.com\/?p=15823\"><img decoding=\"async\" width=\"270\" src=\"\" class=\"alignleft wp-post-image tfe\" alt=\"\" title=\"\" \/><\/a><p>Moi j&rsquo;aime \u00eatre le lutin du P\u00e8re No\u00ebl. Trouver des surprises auxquelles il n&rsquo;a pas pens\u00e9, Chercher des cachettes \u00e0 tous ses paquets, Envelopper les pr\u00e9sents en secret, En attendant ce soir. Lui raconter encore et encore l&rsquo;histoire de Rudolf, Laisser\u00a0 le lait et les biscuits, Le sentir tr\u00e9pignant d&rsquo;impatience d&rsquo;\u00eatre d\u00e9j\u00e0 demain, Savoir qu&rsquo;il [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[38],"tags":[116,396],"class_list":["post-15823","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-mes-humeurs-et-concours","tag-noel","tag-pensees"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/posPp-47d","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15823","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=15823"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15823\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15826,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15823\/revisions\/15826"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15823"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15823"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/libelul.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15823"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}