A bush can dream. So, dream I will. This is what I imagine it would be like if I met the President:

Mr. President: Hello, Hanukkah Bush. Welcome to the Oval Office.

Me: … (Help, I’m so verklempt! Could this really be the President talking to me?! I had a whole shtik ready and now I can’t remember a thing!)

Mr. President: Thank you for coming today. As President, I always like to hear what’s on people’s minds. How do you think America is doing?

Me: Uh… shalom. Uh…well, I think it’s great. You’re great.

Mr. President: Thank you. Is there anything that concerns you. Anything at all?

Me: Oy vey! Sorry. Am I being too schmaltzy? I guess I didn’t think it was kosher to say anything negative to you…

Mr. President: I simply would like to know what is on your mind. It does not matter if it is negative or positive.

Me: Ok, well in that case, I hate these high energy prices. Because of sky high electricity prices, people only want to leave my beautiful blue lights on for a few hours a night. Only a schmuck wouldn't want my deep blue lights on all the time. Now that can’t happen because the prices are too high. Unfortunately I have such an easy on/off foot pedal that any klutz can turn them off. I guess that’s not your problem though. I’m also mad about holiday decorations. I have been trying to get into the windows on Fifth Avenue or even Rodeo Drive, but no one wants a Hanukkah Bush. Those shmendriks are only looking for Christmas trees. And you know what really gets me? It’s the…

Mr. President: I am sorry to interrupt. I will have to hear the rest another time. Air Force One is waiting for me; I need to meet some world leaders for a few photo ops now.

I guess presidents are busy people. So, maybe I should shrive to visit your house instead to give you my spiel? I’m sure you’ll love me as much as you loved Barbra in Yentl.