Wrapping: A Sixties-style collage of the girl herself overdoing the facial expressions; sleevenotes that remind you what the lyrics to Winter Wonderland are.

Style: After going dubstep on 2012’s brave but badly received Glassheart, Leona’s back on message, trying to remind us she’s the new Mariah Carey.

Content: Three new songs alongside Leona’s octave-caked renditions of festive staples and carols.

’Tis the reason to be jolly: Lewis has a fantastic voice. Your Hallelujah is wasted on a Christmas collection, and the same would go for Mr Right if the sleigh bells were removed.

Scrooge moan: Lewis knows she has a fantastic voice. She could give the Harlem Globetrotters lessons in showboating.

White Christmas? It turns up, unsurprisingly. I don’t remember the original having quite as many “yeahs” and “woh-oh-oh-ohs”, though.

Blue Christmas? Did somebody of Lewis’s vocal power really have to choose a Christmas album as a route back to mainstream attention? After Glassheart, it’s a timid career move.

Stocking or shocking? Post a copy to The X Factor headquarters to remind them of the halcyon days when their final got ten million viewers.