Admittedly, it's Packed with Nonsense, Over-the-Top Hospitality and Psychobabble. Yet I Truly Adore Meghan's Festive Episode.

No considering the season, it's always open season for commentary on the Duchess of Sussex's televisual offering, With Love, Meghan. Reviewers, from seasoned journalists to online pundits, have hardly ever agreed so completely as when eagerly tearing the series' initial installments to shreds. The general consensus seemed to be a more egregious regal scandal had never been witnessed than the much-discussed pretzel-bagging incident.

Currently, like a merry renegade master, she has returned for another round with a "Festive Special" (or a holiday episode). Yet now, things have shifted. The usual elements viewers are accustomed to – meaningless jargon salads, intense hospitality – remain, but set of a holiday show, the purpose becomes clear. The elements have slid into place; it's a ideal seasonal storm.

At this stage, Meghan is like the eccentric aunt at most festive family gatherings – offering random tips, and contributing 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 quite a personality, but her aura is known and strangely comforting. And she seems pleased; she's inflicting a bit of damage.

She understands her all subtle gestures, word and gaze will be analyzed and scrutinized, but still appears carefree and serenely untroubled.

Maybe this is the first occasion in history where that well-worn saying – "Don't listen, it's pure jealousy" – could actually be true. Because, in all honesty, all aspects in Meghan's Holiday Celebration honestly feels lovely. Admittedly, it's all cringily ultra-extra, nonsense and flamboyant – but is that not exactly what Yuletide is all about? And the advice she gives might be laughable, but the walk she's walking appears to be shop-bought.

Anything she turns her beautifully manicured, diamond-adorned hand to, she accomplishes with panache. Her culinary efforts looks delicious, the wreath she crafts is stunning, her presents are practically too exquisite to unwrap. Nothing is average or aesthetically displeasing – even the way she secures her apron is artful and chic. She doesn't throw a dish in the microwave, it "has a moment", and she creases wrapping paper like an paper-folding expert. She also seems to be completely savoring herself from start to finish. How could any hate-watcher not be won over, filled with seasonal cheer and left with a deep longing for personalized Christmas crackers or a crudites platter where greens is arranged in the form of a Christmas ring?

Meghan had a career in acting for a living, naturally, but nonetheless, after the degree of examination she has faced since she met Prince Harry, a theoretical combination of Meryl Streep and Judi Dench would find it hard to appear this naturally. Her unwillingness to modify or even soften her shtick, despite it being so constantly, globally mocked, is oddly heartening. In our uncertain world, here is something we can depend on: Meghan will remain herself, no matter what. We will consistently know our position with her.

If you're still not buying what she's selling, a point that will undoubtedly come as a comfort: you aren't required to. We don't have the draft these days, and were it to return, it would be doubtful to include viewing With Love, Meghan: Holiday Celebration. If, conversely, you willingly check it out and are overcome with envy about her picture-perfect Christmas, there is hope either. Whether you're a royal or a data administrator, hardly any child completely grasps the time and energy their mum puts in in December. So you can console yourself by picturing Archie and Lilibet's faces when they reveal a handwritten message that says, 'I love you because you are brave,' from a homemade Advent calendar, instead of a sweet treat.