I finished this morning, and my mom caught me leaving them by the fireplace. She cried (who called it? I'll have to look it up and give out a prize). Then my dad came in. He cried, too, which I didn't expect. I had told them yesterday that they weren't getting their gifts until they were done, and because I knew they would love them, I didn't care about the tardiness. The turn-down part is currently a design flaw that I will fix before they're put away for the season, but for now, they're great.
Here's a (debatably) better shot of the moose. I like him. I don't like that we can only see him with a flash, but I'll take it. Merry Christmas everybody!