You know when your eccentric auntie drinks a bit too much sherry at Christmas and embarrasses everyone by singing along to a record and dancing around the tree?

And the sofa. And the chairs. With a multi-racial bunch of random children?

Cilla does.

I don’t think there’s anything to add except: look out for the kid in the green trousers – he’s one of the youngest (or smallest) but he’s got the best moves.

And one of the older ones breaks out a bit of moonwalking at 1:09.

It’s comedy gold.

And by the way, it’s the Lionel Richie song, not the heavy metal one by Rainbow. That could be even funnier.