Because nothing says Christmas more than a bored-looking, floppy-haired future Eurovision star throttling the George Michael gem. Ooh, and look out for the ghost of teenage Elvis who's worriedly looking out over events at about the 3:50 mark. It's eerie.
Thanks for all your tips and comments and views over the last year. It's been a pleasure sharing the nonsense to our little Apocalypse family. What joys lay before us in this new Eurovision season, we wonder?
Happy Christmas to all of you that believe in such things!