Faoi scáth ghrianmín an gheimhridh, bhí Newgrange, na seanfhoirgintí ársa, dúisithe le fuinneamh an Nollag.

Under the winter sun’s gentle embrace, Newgrange, the ancient structures, awoke with the energy of Christmas.

Bhí an margadh saoire lán le dathanna geala agus boladh milseáin.

The holiday market was full of bright colors and the smell of sweets.

Bhí tithe beaga allasacha lán le daoine agus ceannaí ag glaoch amach a n-earraí.

Small crowded houses were full of people, with vendors calling out their goods.

Bhí an t-aer fuar ach lán le spraoi.

The air was cold yet full of fun.

Bhí Eoghan ina sheasamh faoin solas geal, lena mhisneach ar ais aige.

Eoghan stood under the bright light, with his courage restored.

Bhí sé déanach ina chuid siopadóireachta, ag iarraidh bronntanais speisialta a aimsiú dá chairde Aisling agus Siobhán.

He was late with his shopping, trying to find special gifts for his friends Aisling and Siobhán.

Bhí an t-am ag sleamhnú uaidh, cosúil le gaineamh idir a mhéara.

Time was slipping away from him, like sand between his fingers.

Chaith Eoghan an chéad siopa ag brabhsáil go mear.

Eoghan spent the first shop quickly browsing.

Níor tháinig tada i dtír air; bhí na seilfeanna ag folú, agus bhí daoine eile ar a slog.

Nothing caught his eye; the shelves were emptying, and others were on the prowl.

"Cad is féidir liom a fháil do Aisling?" mhachnaigh sé, agus í ar a intinn.

"What can I get for Aisling?" he wondered, with her on his mind.

Bhí Aisling paiseanta faoin ealaín, bíodh sé an-amharclann nó péint, ach ní raibh tada sa siopa seo a bhí sásúil.

Aisling was passionate about art, whether it was theater or painting, but there was nothing in this shop that was satisfactory.

In éineacht leis an geimhreadh a bhí ag dul i ngéarchéim, bhí siopa amháin fágtha a raibh súil aige leis.

As the winter crisis deepened, there was one shop left that he was hopeful about.

Bhí a fhios aige go mbeidh air gníomhú go tapa.

He knew he had to act fast.

Bhí ag teastáil uaidh féile speisialta a dhéanamh do na cailíní.

He wanted to make a special celebration for the girls.

Bhí sórt fionnuarú istigh ann lena sholas míle i ndath na Nollag.

Inside, it was sort of cool with its thousand lights in Christmas colors.

An siopa deireanach sa mhargadh.

The last shop in the market.

Bhí postóirí le dath geal ar an balla. Tharraing siad Eoghan i dtreo halla beag taobh istigh dóibh siúd.

Bright posters on the wall attracted Eoghan toward a small hall inside them.

Bhí spéirligh ildathacha crochta ón díon agus boladh teolaí tae sprice ag teacht ó cál preabtha.

Multicolored streamers hung from the ceiling, and the warm smell of spruced tea came from a bubbling pot.

Bhí sé cosúil le brionglóid.

It was like a dream.

Bhí bonnscéalta agus seandálaíocht i gcónaí mar dhúil ag Siobhán.

History and archaeology were always an interest of Siobhán.

Go tobann, bhí Eoghan gríosaithe le rudaí iontacha ag an mboth seo.

Suddenly, Eoghan was captivated by wonderful things at this stall.

Bhí clochán beag le saol na Gaeilge greanta air agus rudaí eile a bhí galánta.

There was a small stone with Gaeilge life engraved on it and other graceful items.

"Seo an ceann ceart do Siobhán," a dúirt Eoghan leis féin.

"This is the right one for Siobhán," Eoghan said to himself.

"Rud a chuirfidh iontas uirthi."

"Something that will surprise her."

Maidir le Aisling, fuair sé pictiúr álainn, beag bídeach, de Jeffers spraoi i Supermacs faide anonn, ag meabhrú dá grá don tsubhán áitúil.

For Aisling, he found a beautiful, small picture of Jeffers frolicking in Supermacs further down, reminding him of her love for the local dive.

Ar goigh goigh, d'íoc Eoghan as na bronntanais seo leis an gcuirp tyraniad an t-am a bhí fágtha aige.

Slowly, Eoghan paid for these gifts with the few moments left to him.

Agus an margadh ag druidim i dteannta, choinnigh Eoghan aníos na bronntanais nua faoina láimh.

As the market was closing, Eoghan held up the new gifts in his hand.

Thug sé amharc siar amach ar na noinsín is na haibhneacha as a gcéadta cumha.

He took a look back at the poinsettias and the rivers of nostalgia.

Bhí muinín leis, agus na bronntanais sa mhála cheana féin, go gcuirfeadh siad sonas croí ar na cailíní.

He was confident, and with the gifts already in the bag, that they would bring joy to the girls' hearts.

Ar maidin na Nollag, tháinig Aisling agus Siobhán chuig Eoghan in ard-áthas.

On Christmas morning, Aisling and Siobhán came to Eoghan full of joy.

"Wow, tá sé iontach!" a dúirt Siobhán go gairid ar an amhairc na cloch sin.

"Wow, it’s amazing!" said Siobhán briefly upon seeing those stones.

Thug Aisling barróg chúmha dó, ag comhghairdeach faoi dhíograis a phiocadh.

Aisling gave him a heartfelt hug, congratulating him on his selection.

"Nach bhfuilimid sásta? Le do thuairim," a dúirt Aisling.

"Aren't we happy? Thanks to your taste," said Aisling.

D'fhéach Eoghan ar ais ar na seanfhoilgintí ag Newgrange, íseal ach iontach, ag aithint gur níos tábhachtaí ná méideanna breátha is ea croí an bhronntanais.

Eoghan looked back at the old structures at Newgrange, humble yet splendid, recognizing that more important than lavish presents is the heart of the gift.

Bhí sé foghlamtha aige go raibh meaigneacht sa thaispeáint agus sa smaoineamh dílis.

He had learned that there is meaning in the gesture and in thoughtful sentiment.

Le chéile, d'fhág siad Newgrange ina dhiaidh, ag siúl tríd an bhfliodh na haoisanna, ag taitneamh sa tsoilse Nollag, agus ag roinnt iarracht an dá chuid a mheaglaigh anois.

Together, they left Newgrange behind, walking through the ages' frost, basking in the Christmas lights, and sharing the effort that now bridged the two parts.

Bhí sé ina Nollaig de mhíle, agus thosaigh an saol nua dá n-aithne leis na bronntanais speisialta seo anois ina lámha acu.

It was a Christmas to remember, and a new life began for them with these special gifts now in their hands.