About half the sisters and I have just finished evening prayer. We troop into to dining room, where we find the other half of the sisters putting up Christmas decorations. I side up to Sr. Rosann, who is arranging the leaves on a palm tree for the nativity scene.
Me: Hm. I see where your priorities are.
Sr. Rosann: (Really, really, really, sharp, scalding look that causes my insides to shrivel and die a little.)
Me: Ha, I'm just teasing you, Sister. (Run away)