Every December we open up Pandora’s box and relitigate what might be the ultimate question, the only question, a question that a philosopher could waste their entire lives on: What is the best Christmas movie of time?

Like all good debates, you have your different camps. There are the classicists (It’s A Wonderful Life, the original Miracle on 34th Street), the romantics (Love Actually, The Holiday), the family-oriented (Elf, Home Alone) and the Netflix account holders (A Christmas Prince, The Princess Switch).

Everyone has a favourite, and a long list detailing why it’s their favourite. Mine is Bridget Jones’ Diary, a movie that is fundamentally Christmassy from start to finish, even though only its start and only its finish are actually set at Christmas, because it is about the two things that Christmas is really about: Love and loneliness. Cue All By Myself, please.