Tonight, on The DJBC Happy Hour Holiday Classic, it's a Christmas Roadtrip, with Holiday Songs from around the world, and about other places, both real and imagined, from "Christmas in Los Angeles" to "Christmas in Killarney", to "Christmas in Hollis", to "O Christmas Tree" in its traditional German.

Typically when you think of guitarists, mostly men come to mind. Your Music has featured a number of female guitarists over the years, and now we bring you a review of female guitarists in the classical genre. 2 full hours of classical guitar from female artists - another Columbus radio first on WCRS.

Latino Connection Nov 30 part 2

Latino Connection Nov 30 part 1

Stand Your Ground, Thanks Giving, Hannuka

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Selection
(John Greenleaf Whittier)
Heap high the farmer's wintry hoard!
Heap high the golden corn!
No richer gift has Autumn poured
From out her lavish horn.

Let other lands exulting glean
The apple from the pine,
The orange from its glossy green,
The cluster from the vine.

But let the good old corn adorn,
The hills our fathers trod;
Still let us for His golden gorn,
Send up our thanks to God.

The Twilight of Thanksgiving (William D. Kelley)

The day has lengthened into eve,
And over all the meadows
The Twilight's silent shuttles weave
Their sombre web of shadows,
With northern lights the cloudless skies
Are faintly phosphorescent,
And just above you wooded rise
The new moon shows her crescent

Before the evening lams are lit,
While day and night commingle,
The sire and matron come and sit
Beside the cozy ingle;
And softly speak of the delight
Within their bosoms swelling,
Because beneath their roof to-night
Their dear ones all are dwelling

And when around the cheerful blaze
The young folks take their places,
What blissful dreams of other days
Light up their aged faces!
The past returns with all its joys,
And they again are living
The years in which, as girls and boys,
Their children kept Thanksgiving

The stalwart son recalls the time
When, urged to the endeavor,
He tried the well-greased pole to climb,
And failed of fame forever.
The daughter tells of her emprise
When, as a new beginner,
She helped her mother make the pies
For the Thanksgiving dinner.

And thus with laugh and jest and song,
And render recollections,
Love speeds the happy hours along,
And fosters fond affections;
While Fance, listening to the mirth,
And dreaming pleasant fictions,
Imagines through the winds on earth
That heaven breathes benedictions.