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May 14, 2007 | by  | in News |
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Santa Claus is coming to town

The Wellington Youth Choir will present ‘Opulent Opera – A concert of famous opera choruses and other musical works’ later this month. The 40-strong choir, made up of youths between the age of 17 and 26, includes around 25 Victoria students.

The Choir is directed by Roger Stevenson, a well-known choral director. He has previously directed top New Zealand choirs, including the New Zealand Secondary Schools choir.

St Johns Church, Dixon Street 7.30pm Thursday 24th May
St Albans Church, Eastbourne 2.30pm Sunday 27th May

Tickets: $5 school children, $10 concessions, $15 standard

Available from choir members or wellingtonyouthchoir@yahoo.com.au
Phone 499 3479 for more info

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