It could have been overly sentimental, but happily avoids this with a powerhouse performance from Atkinson’s rubbery facial expressions and extraordinary physicality.

It may lack a few belly laughs, but it is thoroughly entertaining (and while you or I may not find Trevor being called “Mr Bin” particularly funny, my eight-year-old could hardly breathe).

Man Vs. Baby is the kind of show that you can put on and just laugh without thinking too hard, which is likely the exact reaction Atkinson and Davies wanted the audience to have.

Never escalates into the grand, high-wire, socially subversive physical comedy we expect from Atkinson. Instead, we just get a nauseatingly schmaltzy and nonsensical dose of Christmas cheer helmed by a kind-hearted, capable man.