Ar Lá Nollag i mBaile Átha Cliath, bhí sneachta ag titim go mín ar na sráideanna.

On Christmas Day in Baile Átha Cliath, snow was gently falling on the streets.

Bhí Niamh, Cillian, agus Aoife ag siúl go dlúth isteach sa Músaem Ealaíne.

Niamh, Cillian, and Aoife were walking closely into the Art Museum.

Bhí an áit líonta le maisiúcháin na Nollag.

The place was filled with Christmas decorations.

Bhí soilse beagán ag glioscarnach agus bhí duilliúr coill na Nollag curtha timpeall ar na dealbha.

Small lights were twinkling and Christmas greenery was placed around the statues.

"Is aoibhinn liom an traidisiún seo," a dúirt Cillian le gáire, ag amharc thart go fánach.

"I love this tradition," said Cillian with a smile, looking around casually.

Bhí sé lán le fuinneamh, ag iarraidh gach rud a fheiceáil.

He was full of energy, wanting to see everything.

Bhí súile Niamh ar Cillian.

Niamh's eyes were on Cillian.

Bhí na mothúcháin aici domhain rúnda.

She had deep secret feelings for him.

Bhí grá aici dó le fada, ach ní raibh sé ar eolas ag Cillian.

She had loved him for a long time, but Cillian was unaware.

Bhí Aoife ar an eolas, áfach, agus thacaigh sí lena cara.

However, Aoife knew, and she supported her friend.

Agus iad ag siúl trí na hallaí ealaíne, thug siad faoi deara pictiúir áille ó ealaíontóirí éagsúla.

As they walked through the art halls, they noticed beautiful paintings from various artists.

Bhí atmaisféar te agus sona sa mhúsaem, ach bhí eagla ar Niamh go dtabharfadh sé sin le fios an fhírinne.

There was a warm and happy atmosphere in the museum, but Niamh was afraid that this might reveal the truth.

“Tá sé an-deacair a rá mar gheall ar an méid daoine atá anseo,” a dúirt Niamh le Aoife, a bhí ag siúl in aice léi.

"It’s very hard to speak with so many people around," Niamh said to Aoife, who was walking beside her.

“Ach bí muiníneach, Niamh,” a d’fhreagair Aoife go séimh.

“But be confident, Niamh,” replied Aoife softly.

“Cuirfidh Nollaig draíocht ar an staid.”

“Christmas will cast magic on the situation.”

Tháinig siad go pictiúr mór, le dathanna geala agus foirmeacha réalaíocha.

They arrived at a large painting, with bright colors and realistic forms.

Bhí Niamh leonta chuige.

Niamh was drawn to it.

Mhothaigh sí go raibh an pictiúr ag caint le croí di.

She felt that the painting was speaking to her heart.

Le spiorad an ghrá Nollag agus maitheas na n-ealaíon, chrúigh Niamh an bród agus léi isteach i bhfocail:

With the spirit of Christmas love and the goodness of the arts, Niamh mustered up the courage and spoke the words:

“Cillian, tá rud éigin agam le rá.

“Cillian, I have something to say.

Is fada liom grá thú.

I've loved you for a long time.

Níl a fhios agam an bhfuil a fhios agat, ach is é seo fírinne mo chroí.”

I don't know if you knew, but this is the truth of my heart.”

Bhí an t-iontas scríofa ar aghaidh Cillian ar dtús, ach ansin aoibh go grámhar.

Surprise was written on Cillian's face at first, but then he smiled warmly.

“A Niamh, ní raibh a fhios agam!

“Oh Niamh, I didn’t know!

Tá mé chomh buíoch duit as a bheith macánta.

I’m so grateful to you for being honest.

Tá suim agam freisin... féachfaimis cén fáth nach bhfeicfimid cad a tharlóidh ansin?”

I’m interested too... let’s see why not see what happens then?”

D’fhág Aoife mar a bhí sí, imithe chuig pictiúr eile, ag tabhairt spáis don lánúin nua.

Aoife quietly left, moving to another painting, giving space to the new couple.

Thosaigh Cillian agus Niamh ag siúl le chéile, ag caint faoi gach rud faoin spéir.

Cillian and Niamh began walking together, talking about everything under the sun.

Bhí croí Niamh lán de mhisneach nua.

Niamh's heart was full of new courage.

Thuig sí go raibh áilleacht sa leochaileacht mar atá ag sa ealaín féin.

She realized there was beauty in vulnerability, just like in art itself.

Faoin soilse gealánaithe an Nollag, bhí todhchaí nua i ndán don bheirt acu.

Under the twinkling Christmas lights, a new future was in store for both of them.

Bhí an músaem níos speisialta ná riamh.

The museum was more special than ever.