Dorothy Chandler Pavilion - Los Angeles County's Holiday Celebration

Los Angeles County's Holiday Celebration

Since 1964, a Christmas Eve tradition for the Dorothy Chandler Pavilion is the annual free Holiday Celebration funded by Los Angeles County. It is six hours (from 3 pm to 9 pm) of music and dance by groups from all around Los Angeles county. The performances are also broadcast on the KCET public television station with a one hour version broadcast on PBS since 2002.

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