Bhí spéir na hoíche lán le sneachta bog ag titim go réidh ar bhaile álainn Gaeltachta.

The night sky was full of soft snow gently falling on a beautiful Gaeltacht town.

Bhí Maeve agus Cormac tar éis éalú chuig an gceantar seo le haghaidh a saoire Nollag speisialta.

Maeve and Cormac had escaped to this area for their special Christmas holiday.

Naoi míle solas ag súil thar na sráideanna, é ag cur sa mhianta Nollag go léir.

Nine thousand lights shining over the streets, adding to all the Christmas decorations.

Bhí Maeve gafa le smaointe ar an bhféile atá le teacht.

Maeve was engrossed in thoughts of the upcoming festival.

Bhí sí á scrúdú go cúramach cad atá le ceannach do Chormac.

She was carefully considering what to buy for Cormac.

Ní raibh sé éasca.

It wasn't easy.

Bhí sé ag iarraidh rud speisialta a fháil, rud a dtiocfadh leis a chroí a theas a thabhairt air.

She wanted to find something special, something that could warm his heart.

Agus iad ag siopadóireacht i gcearnóg na cathrach, phléasc Cormac le fuinneamh mar is gnáth.

As they shopped in the city square, Cormac burst with energy as usual.

Ach bhí an oiread roghanna ann go raibh sé beagáinín meadhránach.

But there were so many options that he was a bit dizzy.

Bhí sneachta ar an talamh, agus bhí boladh binneas ar fud na háite.

Snow was on the ground, and there was a sweet scent everywhere.

Ba dheas cultacha geala, bréagáin agus seod an chíóil choíche don Nollaig.

Bright costumes, toys, and timeless jewelry for Christmas were lovely.

Phreab Maeve go tobann as cónaidhm Cormaic.

Maeve suddenly darted away from Cormac's side.

Chonaic sí siopa leabhar beag a raibh trácht air roimhe seo.

She saw a small bookshop she had heard about before.

Bhí fios aici gur ann a mbeadh an leabhar speisialta a bhí Cormac ag cuir i bhfios dom.

She knew that was where the special book that Cormac had hinted about would be.

Bhí an áit plódaithe, is ea.

The place was crowded, indeed.

Ach bhí sí dírithe.

But she was determined.

Idir an dá linn, d'fhág Cormac go fuinneamhach.

Meanwhile, Cormac left energetically.

Bhí a chroí sásta cér rud éigin speisialta a fháil di.

His heart was happy to find something special for her.

Bhraith sé séin faoi stiúir a chroí isteach in siopa ealaíon.

He felt guided by his heart into an art shop.

Bhí na déantúsáin go léir pléisiúrtha.

The crafts were all delightful.

Agus ansin, chonaic sé ornáidín snaoisceannach a thug cuimhne dóibh ar a gcéad turas le chéile.

And then, he saw a small carved ornament that reminded them of their first trip together.

Bhí a fhios aige go raibh sé go hiontach.

He knew it was perfect.

Tar éis tamaill, bualadh Maeve agus Cormac thiar sa pháirc láir.

After a while, Maeve and Cormac met up again in the central park.

Bhí crann Nollag ollmhór le solais geal rompu.

A gigantic Christmas tree with bright lights stood before them.

Shuíodar ar bhinse, ag roinnt seacláide the.

They sat on a bench, sharing hot chocolate.

Bhí a gcroíthe éadrom agus lán líonmhar.

Their hearts were light and full.

Ag an nóiméad sin, malartaigh siad bronntanais.

At that moment, they exchanged gifts.

D'oscail Maeve an ornáidín, a chuir seift gruaige ar a aghaidh.

Maeve opened the ornament, which made her face light up with joy.

Chuir sé i gcuimhne di ar an turas sin.

It reminded her of that trip.

Aghaidh Cormaic as a chéile nuair a léigh sé an leabhar, le nótaí pearsanta ann a bhí caillte ar shiúl.

Cormac's face lit up as he read the book, with personal notes tucked away inside.

Bhí a gcroíthe sásta ag an smaoineamh cé chomh dílis is a bhí grámhar thuairim.

Their hearts were happy at the thought of how devoted and loving their views were.

Leagadh síos málaí bronntanais ag a gcosa, bhí chuimhne dhochorónachta ar a gcaidreamh.

Gift bags were laid down at their feet, a memento of their relationship.

Ní dhearna siad dearmad riamh ar nóiméad simplí seo i gcroílár an gheimhridh.

They never forgot this simple moment in the heart of winter.

Bhí sé foirfe, go deimhin.

It was perfect, indeed.

Agus ar deireadh, chreid Maeve san iontas a thagann le easpa pleanála uaireanta, agus mhothaigh Cormac toradh an phleanála d’fhonní.

And finally, Maeve believed in the magic that sometimes comes with a lack of planning, and Cormac felt the outcome of careful planning.

léirigh na bronntanais a bhuí nádúr an ghrá idir an bheirt acu, chomh tromchúiseach agus a bhí sé.

The gifts reflected the true nature of the love between the two of them, as deep as it was.