Indeed, it's Brimming with Nonsense, Extreme Hosting and Self-Help Jargon. Yet I Truly Cherish Meghan's Christmas Special.

No considering the time of year, it's perpetually fair game for commentary on the Duchess of Sussex's Netflix series, With Love, Meghan. Reviewers, expert and amateur alike, have hardly ever agreed so completely as when enthusiastically shredding the program's initial installments apart. The prevailing view seemed to be a greater royal outrage had never been witnessed than the now-infamous pretzel re-packaging incident.

Currently, like a merry renegade master, she is back with a new offering with a "Holiday Celebration" (also known as a yuletide episode). Yet now, it's different. The usual elements audiences anticipate – vague self-help platitudes, overzealous entertaining – remain, but framed of a holiday show, it all clicks into place. The puzzle has come into place; it's a ideal seasonal storm.

By this point, Meghan is like the quirky relative at most festive family gatherings – providing unsolicited, unnecessary advice, and delivering the odd random outburst. ("I love spinach!" … "A tradition has to have a beginning." … "A tree is part of my memory and love of the holiday season.") She's an interesting figure, but her company is customary and strangely comforting. And she looks happy enough; she's inflicting any harm.

She understands her each tiny facial movement, word and look will be analyzed and scrutinized, but nonetheless looks carefree and serenely untroubled.

Maybe this is the first occasion in history where that old chestnut – "Don't listen, it's pure jealousy" – might be true. Because, in all honesty, all aspects in Meghan's Holiday Celebration honestly feels charming. Admittedly, it's all cringily ultra-extra, nonsense and over the top – but isn't that precisely what Yuletide is about? And the talk she's talking might be absurd, but the example she sets genuinely looks beautifully curated.

Whatever she attempts, she executes with style. Her cooking looks delicious, the wreath she crafts is stunning, her presents are practically too exquisite to unwrap. Nothing is mediocre or ugly – including the way she secures her apron is creative and fashionable. She doesn't throw a dish in the oven, it "takes a twirl", and she creases gift paper like an paper-folding expert. She also seems to be completely savoring herself throughout. How could any hate-watcher not be convinced, bursting with festive joy and left with a powerful yearning for crafted festive snaps or a crudites platter where broccoli is arranged in the likeness of a wreath?

Meghan used to pretend for a living, of course, but nonetheless, after the level of attention she has weathered ever since she became involved with Prince Harry, a theoretical combination of acting royalty would have difficulty behaving this genuinely. Her refusal to change or even tone down her shtick, regardless of it being so constantly, globally mocked, is strangely reassuring. In our unpredictable world, here is something we can depend on: Meghan will be like this, whatever happens. We will always know what to expect with her.

If you're still not buying what she's selling, a reminder that will undoubtedly come as a reassurance: you don't have to. There isn't national service these days, and were it to return, it would be doubtful to include watching With Love, Meghan: Holiday Celebration. If, conversely, you choose to watch and are overcome with jealousy about her idyllic Christmas, you can take solace either. Be you a duchess or a data administrator, hardly any child completely grasps the dedication and labor their parent does in the holiday season. So you can take heart by envisioning her children's faces when they open a handwritten message that says, 'I love you because you are brave,' from a DIY festive calendar, instead of a chocolate.