Indeed, it's Full of Absurdity, Extreme Hosting and Psychobabble. But I Do Cherish Meghan's Christmas Special.

No considering the season, it's constantly hunting season for scrutiny on the Duchess of Sussex's Netflix series, With Love, Meghan. Commentators, from seasoned journalists to online pundits, have seldom found such common ground as when eagerly tearing the series' earlier episodes to shreds. The prevailing view was that a bigger monarchy-related faux pas had seldom occurred than the much-discussed pretzel re-packaging incident.

Currently, like a merry renegade master, she has returned for another round with a "Holiday Celebration" (aka a holiday episode). Yet now, it's different. The standard components we've come to expect – vague self-help platitudes, overzealous entertaining – persist, but set of a holiday show, suddenly it all makes sense. The pieces have fallen perfectly; it's a ideal seasonal storm.

Now, Meghan resembles the quirky relative at the typical holiday get-together – dispensing unasked-for guidance, and delivering 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 an interesting figure, but her aura is known and strangely comforting. And she appears happy enough; she's not doing any harm.

She knows her each tiny facial movement, syllable and look will be dissected and judged, but still appears carefree and remarkably at ease.

It could be this is the only time in history where that well-worn saying – "Don't listen, it's pure jealousy" – might be true. The reason is, let's face it, everything in Meghan's Holiday Celebration honestly feels charming. Yes, it's all awkwardly over-the-top, foolishness and extravagant – but isn't that precisely what Christmas is all about? And the words she speaks might be ridiculous, but the life she leads appears to be beautifully curated.

Anything she attempts, she executes with flair. Her culinary efforts looks tasty, the wreath she creates is stunning, her gifts are nearly too beautiful to open. Nothing is mediocre or aesthetically displeasing – including the way she secures her apron is artful and chic. She doesn't throw a meal in the microwave, it "has a moment", and she folds wrapping paper like an craft master. She also seems to be genuinely relishing herself from start to finish. How could any cynical observer not be won over, filled with seasonal cheer and left with a deep longing for handmade crackers or a crudites platter where greens is organized in the form of a Christmas ring?

Meghan had a career in acting for a living, obviously, but despite that, after the intensity of examination she has faced since she started dating Prince Harry, even a hypothetical offspring of Meryl Streep and Judi Dench would have difficulty behaving this naturally. Her refusal to modify or even tone down her shtick, regardless of it being so persistently, widely parodied, is oddly heartening. In our uncertain world, here is one thing we can rely on: Meghan will be like this, whatever happens. We will always know our position with her.

If you're not yet convinced by what she's selling, a point that will surely come as a comfort: you don't have to. There isn't the draft anymore, and were it to return, it would be unlikely to include streaming With Love, Meghan: Holiday Celebration. If, conversely, you choose to watch and are consumed by envy about her idyllic Christmas, there is hope either. If you are a duchess or a everyday person, hardly any child truly appreciates the time and energy their mother puts in in the holiday season. So you can console yourself by imagining Archie and Lilibet's faces when they unfold a calligraphy note that says, 'I love you because you are brave,' from a homemade Advent calendar, rather than a candy.