Admittedly, it's Brimming with Nonsense, Extreme Hosting and Psychobabble. Yet I Truly Cherish Meghan's Holiday Special.

No matter the season, it's constantly open season for commentary on the Meghan Markle's Netflix series, With Love, Meghan. Commentators, both professional and armchair, have rarely been so united as when enthusiastically shredding the program's earlier episodes to shreds. The common opinion was that a bigger monarchy-related faux pas had never been witnessed than the now-infamous snack re-labeling incident.

Currently, like a merry renegade master, she has returned with a new offering with a "Festive Special" (or a Christmas special). But this time, the dynamic has changed. The familiar ingredients audiences anticipate – vague self-help platitudes, overzealous entertaining – remain, but framed of a Christmas special, it all clicks into place. The elements have slid together; it's a ideal seasonal storm.

Now, Meghan is like the oddball family member at most festive family gatherings – dispensing random tips, and supplying the periodic peculiar declaration. ("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 a bit of a character, but her presence is familiar and unexpectedly soothing. And she seems happy enough; she's inflicting a bit of damage.

She is aware her all subtle gestures, syllable and look will be picked apart and criticised, but still appears unburdened and remarkably at ease.

It could be this is the first occasion in history where that old chestnut – "Pay no mind, it's only envy" – may well be true. The reason is, you know what?, each element in Meghan's Holiday Celebration truly is charming. Yes, it's all painfully excessive, silliness and extravagant – but is that not just what Yuletide is all about? And the advice she gives might be absurd, but the example she sets seems authentically impeccably styled.

Whatever she turns her beautifully manicured, diamond-adorned hand to, she executes with flair. Her cooking looks scrumptious, the wreath she crafts is stunning, her gifts are practically too exquisite to unwrap. Nothing is average or visually unappealing – even the way she ties her apron is artful and chic. She doesn't bung a dish in the oven, it "goes for a spin", and she wraps wrapping paper like an paper-folding expert. She also seems to be genuinely relishing herself throughout. How could any hate-watcher not be convinced, overcome by festive joy and left with a deep longing for personalized Christmas crackers or a vegetable display where broccoli is organized in the form of a festive circle?

Meghan used to pretend for a living, naturally, but nonetheless, after the degree of examination she has faced from the moment she became involved with Prince Harry, even a hypothetical offspring of two legendary actresses would struggle to act this authentically. Her refusal to alter or even moderate her shtick, even though it being so constantly, widely parodied, is weirdly comforting. In our volatile world, here is one thing we can count on: Meghan will stay true to form, whatever happens. We will forever know where we are with her.

If you're still not buying her brand, a thought that will undoubtedly come as a reassurance: you aren't required to. There isn't the draft these days, and should it be reinstated, it would be improbable to include watching With Love, Meghan: Holiday Celebration. If, however, you decide to tune in and are consumed by jealousy about her idyllic Christmas, there is hope either. Whether you're a royal or a everyday person, hardly any child completely grasps the dedication and labor their parent puts in in December. So you can find comfort by imagining the young royals' faces when they reveal a handwritten message that says, 'I love you because you are brave,' from a homemade Advent calendar, in place of a chocolate.