I only have to say that I was bored, complaining to a friend, and she decided I had one hour to write a Yuri!!! On Ice, 3 page fanfiction, in one hour and it had to include a Christmas tree, a squirrel, and an inner tube. I accepted her challenge, and this is the result. Enjoy!

It was impossible. Simply impossible. Viktor Nikiforov was being indecisive, Yuri Plisetsky (or Yurio, which he hated to be called) didn't feel like picking a tree, and poor Yuuri Katsuki was stuck trying to make sure Viktor didn't hurt himself while picking a tree like the day before. Don't even ask.

After an hour of Yurio complaining that he was cold and was going to leave, despite being in the warmest possible outfit, Viktor finally shouted, "Yuuri! I WANT THIS ONE!"

The younger, dark haired man walked over, cheeks numb from cold, and his nose and ears a brilliant shade of red. He wore a smile on his face and his brown eyes sparkled because Viktor had finally picked a tree. But that smile was quick to disappear as he gaped at the oversized tree. That was not going to fit in their house.

Yurio then decided to say it, green eyes scanning the tree. "Viktor, it's too big."

And then the big blue puppy dog eyes. "It's perfect! Right Yuuri?" The silver-haired man seemed so hopeful that Yuuri almost gave in. Instead, he decided to ask some simple questions.

"You know that it has to fit in the door, right?" A nod. "And it has to be able to fit on the car?" Another nod. "We have to be able to reach the top."

At this, Viktor stood on his tiptoes and stretched his hand up to barely scrape the top of the tree.

Yurio glanced at Yuuri. "You're not really going to let him get it, are you?"

With a defeated sigh, Katsuki replied, "He knows the requirements. We can always trim some off the bottom. I'm defeated." Yurio groaned loudly as Viktor celebrated, jumping up and down excitedly shouting, "YAY!"

Before long, they were home. Well, Viktor and Yuuri were. They had dragged Yurio along as their adopted son (despite all protests from the blonde skater. "I hate both of you," he had stated). Viktor and Yuuri struggled with the tree, as Yurio refused to help. Until:

"Yurio," Viktor said, "if you help us with the tree, including decorating, I'll stop calling you my son for a week!"

"Forever."

"Two?"

"Forever."

"A YEAR?"

Some slight hesitation. "Fine."

With the extra two hands, it was easier to move the tree, and the decorating was certainly faster. All that was left was to find the star to put on the tree. Though Yuuri knew that wasn't going to happen. The top of the tree bent against the ceiling of their living room. But Viktor was more determined than anything to make this tree beautiful and perfect, so no one said anything to him.

But they couldn't find the star.

"Yuuri," Viktor whined. "Where is it?"

"For the fifth time, I don't know!"

"SON COME HELP US LOOK."

"YOU SAID YOU WOULD STOP."

"THE STAR IS PART OF THE DECORATION."

Yurio agreed to help, though he did complain the entire time.

They eventually found it, much to Viktor's pleasure. But then he struggled to get the star on the over-sized tree. He frowned.

"Why won't it fit?"

"Too big," Plisetsky grumbled. "Told you."

Yuuri, being the troubleshooter of the group, said, "Er...Why don't we trim some off the top of the tree, Viktor?"

They did, thanks to the fact that Viktor wanted the tree to be perfect and was not over obsessive of keeping the tree as it was. Once Viktor barely got the star on the tree, they plugged in the lights and stood back to marvel at the tree. Even Yurio.

But of course, everything had to be ruined.

Yurio asked, though he seemed delighted at the idea, "When did you guys get a cat? When did he get in the tree?"

Viktor said, "We don't have a cat, only Makkachin." At his name, the poodle looked up from his napping place on the couch. "What makes you think-"

Yuuri's shriek cut him off. "YURIO'S THAT'S A SQUIRREL! DON'T-"

Too late. Much, much, much too late. Yuri Plisetsky was screaming as the small, fluffy creature jumped on his face, scratching him as a defense. Yuuri, too, shrieked, going for anything to get the squirrel with. Makkachin started barking, jumping on Yurio and trying to also get the squirrel. Viktor chased his dog saying, "Makkachin, no!"

Chaos. That was the only word that could describe this situation. And it was still an understatement. Yurio got the squirrel detached from his face, but it was now running wildly everywhere, Makkachin was following, knocking stuff over, including the tree, and Viktor was tripping over everything that his poodle knocked over. He momentarily stopped to mourn the tree, but quickly went back to chasing his beloved dog.

Yurio was now willingly helping Yuuri find something to trap the squirrel with. Something. ANYTHING! Oddly, the only thing Yuuri found was an inflatable inner tube, with which he chased the squirrel down and tried to trap it in the object, mind frantic and not really focusing on the fact this squirrel could jump out of it and pop it.

But the squirrel didn't pop it, no. It instead jumped on Yuuri's face, who then tried to beat it off with the tube. He then fell over Makkachin, who was still barking wildly, and on top of Viktor. The squirrel then ran for its life as Yurio came crashing in with....WAS THAT THE LASAGNA YUURI HAD PREPARED FOR DINNER?! IN THE GLASS PAN?!

Yurio chucked the pan at the squirrel, missing and shattering the glass everywhere, also spilling dinner everywhere. Yuri quickly placed the tube he still held on to over the place where it shattered as a "don't step here" thing, and then ran after the squirrel which he was sure went to the bedroom.

Viktor, being an idiot, accidentally stepped on the glass, still trying to grab Makkachin, which Yurio was more successful in doing, and ended up shrieking some words he had hoped his "adopted son" would never hear from him. The struggling Makkachin was placed in a separate room where the squirrel was not, with the door locked and still barking like crazy.

"VIKTOR!" Yuuri was now near Viktor, checking to be sure that his husband was okay. Yurio saw this and then was determined to find this squirrel because, as he thought it, NO ONE IS GOING TO MAKE THIS OLD FART STOP SKATING BECAUSE OF A STUPID FOOT INJURY AND GET AWAY WITH IT.

He grabbed a frying pan and tracked the squirrel to the couch, where it stood and stared at him as he approached slowly. Just as it was about to move, and bless Yurio for accomplishing this task, the blonde slammed the pan down on the couch, hitting the squirrel, and successfully disabling it. It may have been dead, based on the now bloodied couch and pan, but it may have also just been unconscious.

He dropped the pan and went to Viktor, where Yuuri was doing his best to help. "Yurio," Yuuri said, "please call an ambulance."

And long story short, this is why Viktor isn't allowed to pick the Christmas tree anymore, why Yuuri now carries around a first-aid kit, and also why Yurio is actually really good in these types of weird situations.

As a plus, let's assume this repeated for the next couple of years until Yurio had had enough and was the one picking the Christmas trees as Viktor stood off to the side complaining and Yuuri was with him, always reminding him of those past squirrel accidents.