Bhí Caoimhe ag féachaint amach ar an bhfeirm sneachtúil.

Caoimhe was looking out over the snowy farm.

Bhí an t-aer úr faoin tuath lán de bholadh na péine.

The fresh country air was full of the scent of pine.

Bhí idir spleodar agus imní uirthi.

She was filled with both excitement and anxiety.

Bhí Féile an Gheimhridh Solstice ag teacht.

The Winter Solstice Festival was approaching.

Ba mhaith léi go mbeadh an cheiliúradh seo speisialta.

She wanted this celebration to be special.

Bhí Eoghan ag obair leis an madra mór dubh, Conán.

Eoghan was working with the big black dog, Conán.

Bhí sé ag gearradh adhmaid don tine mhór.

He was cutting wood for the big fire.

Eoghan, macánta agus dícheallach, ní raibh sé cinnte faoina smaointe nua Caoimhe.

Honest and diligent, Eoghan wasn’t sure about Caoimhe's new ideas.

"Ní féidir linn dearmad a dhéanamh ar ár dtraidisiúin," a dúirt sé.

"We can't forget our traditions," he said.

Bhí an feirm cosúil le pictiúr sa gheimhreadh.

The farm looked like a picture in winter.

Bhí an boga blátha ag dul an chrann, ag lasadh an bhealach.

The soft snow clung to the trees, lighting the way.

Sa scioból beag, bhí altáir solais déanta as coinnle céir oibre ag Caoimhe.

In the small barn, Caoimhe had made light altars out of beeswax candles.

Thosaigh sí ag smaoineamh ar conas féile traidisiúnta a dhéanamh úr.

She began thinking about how to make a traditional festival fresh.

"Lig dom smaoineamh, Eoghan.

"Let me think, Eoghan.

Cad faoi maisiú na bpriocóga le duilliúr na feirme?

What about decorating the thorns with the farm's foliage?"

" arsa Caoimhe.

said Caoimhe.

Chroith Eoghan a cheann, ach bhí claonadh meánaoise aige.

Eoghan shook his head but had a medieval inclination.

"Má bhíonn muid cúramach," d'iarr sé, "an mbeidh sé chomh tarraingteach nuair a chríochnóimid?

"If we're careful," he asked, "will it be as attractive when we finish?"

"Bhí oíche na féile breá scamallach.

The night of the festival was nicely overcast.

Péinteáil deasghnátha agus ársaíochta le chéile.

Rituals and ancient customs mingled.

Thosaigh Eoghan agus Caoimhe ag obair le chéile.

Eoghan and Caoimhe began working together.

Bhí coirnín beag ag crochadh ar a dtithe.

A small string was hanging from their houses.

Bhí na fálta fada lán de shneachta bán.

The long fences were full of white snow.

Nuair a thosaigh an páirtí, bhí gach rud ag taitneamh.

When the party started, everything was gleaming.

Eispéireas nua, ach fréamhaithe i dtraidisiún.

A new experience, but rooted in tradition.

Pobal le háthas, scéalta ar foluain san aer.

A community with joy, stories floating in the air.

Bhí plátaí bia againn go léir — milseoga solais agus tae nua.

We all had plates of food — light desserts and fresh tea.

Bhí an féile lán de gháire agus ceol.

The festival was full of laughter and music.

Bhain Caoimhe taitneamh as.

Caoimhe enjoyed it.

Chuir sí a aiféal ón am atá caite ar leataobh.

She set aside her past regrets.

Tuigeann sí anois gur féidir paipeair nua agus ársaí a mheascadh.

She now understands that new and ancient can be mixed.

Eoghan, buíoch, d'fhoghlaim sé go bhfuil luach i smaointe úra.

Eoghan, grateful, learned that there is value in fresh ideas.

Le cairde agus pobal ag canadh amhráin salainn, mothaigh siad te i gcroílár an gheimhridh.

With friends and the community singing carols, they felt warm in the heart of winter.

Bhí an obair rathúil.

The work was successful.

Bhain daoine an taitneamh as na teachtaireachtaí.

People enjoyed the messages.

Ghlaoigh an oíche go síochánta.

The night called out peacefully.

Bhí cairdeas níos doimhne idir Caoimhe agus Eoghan, mar a tháinig an dá thradisiún le chéile.

There was a deeper friendship between Caoimhe and Eoghan, as the two traditions came together.