Rank the best British Christmas films — which one truly owns the festive season?

Richard Curtis's tangled web of London love stories that somehow still works on the eighth rewatch. Also responsible for ruining every airport arrivals gate forever.

Caine famously vowed to perform as if surrounded by the Royal Shakespeare Company rather than felt puppets, and it absolutely shows. Arguably the definitive Dickens adaptation.

Martin Freeman wrangles unhinged primary school children into a musical nativity, with most dialogue improvised by the kids. Coventry has never looked so magical.

Technically not all Christmas, but that opening party at the Darcys' is peak British festive awkwardness. Renée Zellweger's accent remains a national miracle.

Twenty-six minutes of wordless animation that emotionally destroys grown adults every single year. Raymond Briggs knew exactly what he was doing.