Bhí an lá saoire ag teannadh linn i nGaillimh.

The holiday season was approaching in Gaillimh.

Bhí an sneachta ag titim go héadrom taobh amuigh de Chathair Theicneolaíochta na Gaillimhe, áit a raibh an Mol ardteicneolaíochta ag lonrú le maisiúcháin Nollag.

The snow was gently falling outside Cathair Theicneolaíochta na Gaillimhe, where the high-tech hub was glowing with Christmas decorations.

Las na soilse, lonrach agus dathanna sna fuinneoga, ag mealladh sluaite daoine.

The lights shone, vibrant and colorful in the windows, attracting crowds of people.

Bhí Aoife istigh sa siopa, in adharca na haimsire.

Aoife was inside the store, battling the weather.

Bhí a cara is fearr, Ronan, ann.

Her best friend, Ronan, was there.

Cé nach raibh suim aige i dtacaí nua-aimseartha, bhí an suaimhneas aige.

Although he wasn't interested in modern gadgets, he was at peace.

Bhí Brigid, a cara ó óige, díreach tar éis filleadh ar Ghaillimh, ach bhí sí as láthair ó shaol Aoife le fada an lá.

Brigid, her childhood friend, had just returned to Gaillimh, but she had been absent from Aoife's life for a long time.

Bhí Aoife dírithe ar a tasc - bronntanais foirfe a fháil don Nollaig.

Aoife was focused on her task - finding the perfect gifts for Christmas.

Ba bhean éifeachtach í.

She was an efficient woman.

Dúirt sí léi féin, "Ní mór dom bronntanais a roghnú a léiríonn cúram agus grámh.

She told herself, "I must choose gifts that show care and love."

"Ach, ní raibh sé éasca.

But, it wasn't easy.

Bhí gach áit lán daoine.

Everywhere was crowded.

Bhí na siopaí torannach, agus an halla ag insint éagsulacht na nguthanna.

The stores were noisy, and the hall echoed with a diversity of voices.

Bhris an fonn uaithi fanacht sa teas agus sa chompord de siopaí teicneolaíochta.

She longed to stay in the warmth and comfort of the tech shops.

"Céard a dhéanfaidh mé?

"What will I do?"

" a dúirt sí go ciúin.

she said quietly.

Bhí Ronan ag faire.

Ronan was watching.

"Ceapfaidh mé rud éigin cliste," a mhachnaigh sé.

"I'll come up with something clever," he pondered.

"Ach céard nach bhfuil ar a liosta?

"But what isn't on her list?"

"Sa chúinne, bhí Brigid, ag breathnú isteach i siopa le dathanna geala.

In the corner, Brigid was looking into a shop with bright colors.

"B'fhéidir gur féidir liom rud éigin a dhéanamh don Aoife," shamhlaigh sí, ag iarraidh athcheangal a dhéanamh léi.

"Maybe I can do something for Aoife," she mused, hoping to reconnect with her.

Bhí brú mór ar Aoife nuair a shiúil sí isteach i siopa beag nár thug sí faoi deara riamh.

Aoife felt overwhelmed when she walked into a small shop she had never noticed before.

Bhí sé lán de rudaí as lámh déanta.

It was full of handmade items.

Scil dúchasach a bhí le feiceáil i ngach cúinne.

Native skill was evident in every corner.

Go tobann, cheap sí ar rud.

Suddenly, she thought of something.

Rud a thabharfadh meangadh gáire.

Something that would bring a smile.

Nuair a chuaigh Aoife chuig an chuntar, bhí sí in amhras.

When Aoife went to the counter, she was doubtful.

"An dtuigfidh siad é seo?

"Will they understand this?"

" a d’fhiafraigh sí.

she wondered.

"Féach na sonraí sin," arsa Brigid, ar a chúl.

"Look at those details," said Brigid, behind her.

"An bhfuil cuma orm?

"Do I matter?"

"Rinne Aoife iontas air.

Aoife was surprised.

Ní raibh sí ag súil leis.

She didn't expect it.

"Brigid!

"Brigid!"

" a dúirt sí, an iontas ina glór.

she said, surprise in her voice.

Tar éis tamaill, bhí comhrá fada acu, ag roinnt eachtraí ón am atá caite.

After a while, they had a long conversation, sharing past adventures.

Faoi dheireadh, thug Aoife aghaidh ar a lán treisithe.

Finally, Aoife faced her many purchases.

Bhí cuid acu greannmhar, mar gheall ar mhíthuiscint Ronan faoi cheann de na piocanna aici.

Some of them were funny, due to Ronan's misunderstanding about one of her choices.

Nuair a d'fhill Aoife abhaile, bhí a croí saor.

When Aoife returned home, her heart was free.

Bhí greim ar bhronntanais a roghnaíodh ar chumas brí agus suime.

She had a hold on gifts chosen with meaning and interest.

Thuig sí go raibh bronntanais fíor-thábhachtach ag teacht ó naisc, agus nach raibh gá le foirfeacht.

She understood that true gifts came from connections and there was no need for perfection.

Agus Ronan, ag féachaint ar an gcuimhneachán greannmhar a fuair sé, bhí sé míshuaimhneach, ach ag gáire.

And Ronan, looking at the humorous memento he received, felt uneasy, yet was laughing.

Bhí Brigid agus Aoife, anois athnuaite i gcairdeas, thar a bheith sásta.

Brigid and Aoife, now renewed in friendship, were extremely happy.

Bhí an Nollaig i nGaillimh lán de chomhluadar, mar a bhí an sneachta ag titim go ciúin.

Christmas in Gaillimh was full of companionship, as the snow quietly fell.