My Big Event

A joyous thing occurs tonight,
I 'wait it with such yearning,
And in twelve hours, to it
My attention will be turning.

We all have many things we like,
That please our hearts so deep,
For me, it's grammar? Clearly not,
Oh no, my friend, it's sleep.

My bed awaits, tonight I will
Be snoring up a storm!
In ecstasy, I'll lie beneath
My blanket, soft and warm.

So keep your music, booze, and such,
Books, too, you all can keep.
To me, these things, they matter not,
So long as I can sleep.