"That's right," Ford answered, "just one thing--light the Christmas tree. Come to think of it, though, I always enjoyed lighting the Christmas tree. You can decorate it."
Carter responded furiously. "That's going too far, Mr. Former President. Amy loves lighting that tree, and I'm not going to agree to anything that'll take that thrill away from her. The deal's off."
"Anything you say, Walter. But if you change your mind, give me a call."
Carter hung up the phone. "What'd he say, Jimmy?" Rosalynn asked.
"He wanted to light the Christmas tree. I told him no."
"Good for you, Jimmy. The next thing you know, he would have asked to use Amy's tree house."
"Rosalynn, who am I going to get now?"
"Well, Jimmy, you need to find someone who's not going to challenge your authority, someone who won't mind becoming a nobody who no one will pay attention to for four years, somebody with a low profile," Rosalynn said.
"I know," Carter said, picking up the phone. "Get me Richard Nixon."