Yes, it's Full of Absurdity, Extreme Hosting and Psychobabble. Yet I Truly Cherish Meghan's Christmas Special.

No considering the season, it's constantly open season for commentary on the Meghan Markle's TV show, With Love, Meghan. Critics, from seasoned journalists to online pundits, have seldom found such common ground as when gleefully ripping the series' first and second seasons to pieces. The general consensus was that a bigger monarchy-related faux pas had seldom occurred than the notorious pretzel-bagging incident.

Presently, like a merry renegade master, she makes a comeback with a new offering with a "Holiday Celebration" (also known as a holiday episode). However on this occasion, things have shifted. The standard components viewers are accustomed to – vague self-help platitudes, overzealous entertaining – persist, but set of a Christmas special, it all clicks into place. The puzzle has come into place; it's a ideal seasonal storm.

At this stage, Meghan is like the eccentric aunt at Christmas celebrations everywhere – providing unasked-for guidance, and delivering the occasional strange exclamation. ("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 appears content; she's not doing a bit of damage.

She knows her all subtle gestures, syllable and look will be analyzed and criticised, but nonetheless looks relaxed and serenely untroubled.

Perhaps this is the first occasion in history where that well-worn saying – "Ignore them, they're just jealous" – could actually be true. Because, let's face it, everything in Meghan's Holiday Celebration honestly feels delightful. Yes, it's all painfully excessive, silliness and flamboyant – but isn't that just what the holiday season is for? And the advice she gives might be absurd, but the walk she's walking appears to be beautifully curated.

Anything she sets her mind to, she accomplishes with flair. Her culinary efforts looks scrumptious, the wreath she makes is stunning, her gifts are practically too exquisite to tear into. Not a single thing is ordinary or aesthetically displeasing – including the way she ties her kitchen garment is creative and fashionable. She doesn't bung a meal in the microwave, it "goes for a spin", and she folds wrapping paper like an origami guru. She also seems to be thoroughly enjoying herself the entire time. How could any hate-watcher not be convinced, overcome by festive joy and left with a intense desire for personalized Christmas crackers or a crudites platter where greens is arranged in the shape of a wreath?

Meghan had a career in acting for a living, naturally, but nonetheless, after the degree of examination she has endured since she met Prince Harry, a theoretical combination of two legendary actresses would have difficulty behaving this authentically. Her unwillingness to modify or even moderate her persona, despite it being so persistently, globally mocked, is oddly heartening. In our unpredictable world, here is something we can depend on: Meghan will be like this, whatever happens. We will always know our position with her.

If you're still not buying what she's selling, a point that will surely come as a comfort: you are not obligated to. There isn't national service anymore, and if there were, it would be unlikely to include streaming With Love, Meghan: Holiday Celebration. If, on the other hand, you choose to watch and are overcome with jealousy about her idyllic Christmas, all is not lost either. If you are a royal or a office worker, no kid fully understands the time and energy their parent expends in the holiday season. So you can console yourself by imagining the young royals' faces when they reveal a beautifully scripted letter that says, 'I love you because you are brave,' from a homemade Advent calendar, in place of a sweet treat.

Chase Pierce
Chase Pierce

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