Waiting, waiting,waiting.
Thats the way we live
before Santa comes with gifts and sets.
And all the mood because of presents,
to who will he give.

Unwrapping,Unwrapping,Unwrapping.
That we do after getting pack.
What could it be,is it my wish?
It could be just a set of dish,
woolen item or a APPLE MAC!

The Happiness,The Happiness...
So we feel after opening the box.
No matter what did we get,
most important is feeling, no regret.
Even if Santa gave us pair of socks.

Be mad
As you like
And hurt my feelings
As you like
Break my heart
Make me cry all the tears
Because every thing you do is same
Every thing you do is same
You are like the children my love
We love them what ever they offend to us
Be mad
You are wonderful while you rage
Be mad
Without the waves, there are no oceans
Be stormy be rainy
My heart always forgiving
Be mad
I will never answer with challenge
You are like frivolous child
Full with conceited
And how from her children
The bird retaliate upon
Just go
If one day you felt boring from me
And blame the fate and blame me
But me
Its enough for me the sadness and my tears
Because the silent is pride
And the sadness is pride
Just go
If you are tired from staying
And when you need as a child for my compassion
So just come back to my heart any time you need
Because you are for me the life and breath
You are for me the earth and sky
Be mad, as you like
Go, as you like
And go when you like
Some day you will come back
After you realize what is the faithful