A Robot's Christmas on Earth
Tom Servo looked out over the dark gray afternoon. He seemed contemplative, matching the gloomy weather. Mike had promised to return with a tree.
"So, this is Christmas on Earth." Crow noticed. "It's pretty gray."
"Yeah." Tom agreed, his dome tilted toward the sky. It was the thirtieth, maybe the fiftieth snow since they crash-landed upon this planet, but he found each interesting. Tom watched the white flaked land on the pavement, melting instantly.
I wonder if I'll rust. He thought to himself. Suddenly, the door swung open, admitting a surprise to the festivities.
"Mike!" He cried.
"Joel!" Crow added.